Friday, December 17, 2010

Perhaps the fish never craved sand for it’s never felt land

Or the deer yearn for meat for it’s never had a need

For the lonely are only ever lonely if they’ve ever been loved

The broken ever broken if joy has ever been known

A stranger became a lover, and estrangement burns a hole.

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