Longing
February 20, 2012
Filed under Poetry
My tears will carry on forever,
Till they create a roaring river;
Which I will ride until the end,
Where I will reach that promised land,
The land created just for me;
A land where I can wander, free.
Free of thought and social clatter,
Of things to me that do not matter.
Free to roam, to soar, to dream,
To swim across a crooked stream.
But here I lay, in my sorrow,
Awaiting what will come tomorrow,
Wishing hard that I could see,
That land in which I long to be.
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