Lonesome desperation claws at me
While my gaze takes in the churning sea,
My love is yearning to be free,
My heart is aching for what could be...
- S. S.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2019 12:42
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Ah HAH! I see! Aching for possibility! For this I weep, and for this I aspire. Well said.
May your heart be filled with what could be. Wonderful words.
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