Is it not but the yearning itself that begs to own my soulOr yet is it not If I reach out blindly to grasp onetouch of yours can you share all you've got No but by nature I could never askfor you to sit hereby my sideThe ignorance of the blinding ofhearts is never a reason tolie down and waitHere deep deep in the forest ofmy meager existance I will wait And know too that when I finally fall asleep cold and alone I'll know then of fate
you sir are a writer with unbounded talent . you can use expression very nice, no matter what the topic.
Cleaner , now thats too kind ! As yourself , I write what I feel ! and hey have great turkey day !....Ed
you too Ed . be safe
Thanks man , be well !
A lovely piece coming from ahorseback, it is...absolutely inscribed from the heart. No doubt!
Cris sp, Our hearts maybe ! lol.....:-}
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