A favorite from the past:
Depths of longing beat in my soul;
pulsings that yearn for so much,
searching and seeking for so many things that are obscured by powdered mist.
Every so often I fall down and am embraced by the earth...this time I will not get back up...I am far too exhausted.
I am saddened to see others walking along, and I continue to long
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