LongingWritten by Honorata Chorazy-Przybysz
One evening this poem entered my heart when I felt that my soul was trying to whisper where to go...
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.
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