I am drawn;
pulled toward something:
other conversations,
other lives,
different moments in time.
I am surrounded by
discussions.
People living;
voices heard,
smiles noticed,
solitude felt.
There is something more,
I seek,
something I must find.
I am drawn;
pulled toward something.
It is warm.
It is beautiful.
It is you.
Monday, April 11, 2005
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2 comments:
thanks for visiting my blog, i hope to see you there more often. :)
you have written beautifully about the longing one feels for that one, special connection even when surrounded by many.
very touching. *sigh* this poem and the one that follows...
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