You were the one
who knew what to say.
I have no reason to stay though
we have nothing in common
but that one night.
I didn’t know what I wanted.
I didn’t know if I loved you.
© W. Donovan
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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019.
Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path.
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kismet is fate
allow the moment
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