And this is longing
And this is longing living in life's fog,having no dwelling in relentless time.
And this is wishing, a quiet dialogue
of daily hours with all that's sublime.
And this is living till the loneliest hour
of yesterday rises so differently
than all the others, eager to devour
the silence of near-by eternity...
Poetry by Scharlie Meeuws
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Written on 2011-10-05 at 17:27
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