My entry for this weeks Décima Poetry Challenge No. 5 MATE. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)
She disappeared without a trace.
He does not know her by her name.
Still, his love burns hot as a flame.
The one clue is her scented lace,
delicate as a cloud’s embrace.
He determines he is to locate
the one he calls his gypsy mate.
His heart beat strongest facing west,
that direction begins his quest.
for his thirst no other will sate.
For the next scene of the story click for “A Foolish Vow: a Décima Poem.“
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