What is desire?
We search it to fill us
To feel so full, so alive
So we won’t ever feel empty.
Emptiness is like a hole
Driving us inside, but alone
Desire is the hope that lives
The one that makes us feel real.
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Author:
Dolphine (Pseudonym) (
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WITHOUT DESIRE THERE IS NO MEANING OF/FOR LIFE.I have rated with a 10
yours JVL
Wow thank you, and yes I do believe this as well.
Happy New Year 2011!!!!
Best
Dolphine
The image with it is so delightfully fitting in its contemplative/reflective tone. Desire, though enlivening, sometimes drives so maddeningly....seems to me.
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