Longing

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One evening this poem entered my heart when I felt that my soul was trying to whisper where to go...

 

 

Longing

 

 

 

 

 

The essence of my belonging

 

The bone of bold existence

 

Place where the whispers are born

 

From uncertainty of unknown.

 

 

 

Becoming scream of loudness

 

For the place where it all started

 

Even before we were all born

 

For the centre of living

 

For the moment of being

 

For the time of never lasting

 

I am longing forever.

                                                                                                                                                                                             2017

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