January 25, 2012

Mirage


I long to have that longing
To be that river flowing
When you were the sun
Me, with your light, golden and gleaming

I long to have that longing
To be that barren land crackling
Me, with your rain, blooming and blossoming

I long to have that longing
To be that abandoned kite
Me, with your strings, reaching, belonging

I long to have .that longing…

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