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Jul 2019
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If I only knew what I was searching for
I would know
When I found it

Stirrings like the tide
Waves wash over me
On this barren, windswept shore.

Do I still believe?
What is love anyway?
Does anybody really know?
     (Howard Jones)
You try to give it away
Yet you don't know if...
it will come back to you.

The rift between the dream of heaven,
                               the nightmare of earth.

Two worlds colliding,
      As the stars fall,
           They are not caught in our nets.

Heart pounding and mind awash in doubt,
     Walking forward as nothing is closer.

The question: is it illusion?
Hangs in the air,
       Like rain droplets before

The storm
Sergio Dark Wolfe
Written by
Sergio Dark Wolfe  57/M/Moonlit Forest Glen
(57/M/Moonlit Forest Glen)   
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