there is

there is longing
among long legged birds
wading in tall mud
there is a longing
for a frivolous sun

among small men
there is a hum

in the falling darkness
there is constancy

in the solemnity of eyes
rolling with the tide
there is always is
when there is I




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-11-18 at 19:55

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So much longing makes the heart ache. A beautiful poem!
~Ashe
2014-11-19