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Searching
It seems like an eturnity,
waiting,
hoping.
Knowing she's out there,
somewhere.
Oh how I long to hear her voice.
The memories flow through my mind,
like a shooting star,
on a summer nights sky.
I occasionally see her face now and again,
as I'm gazing into the feathery clouds,
or maybe just in a stranger passing by.
I want to run to her...
My lonliness grows...
I call out her name...
Where are you?
But again I get no reply.
I call to her night after night,
hoping to one day recieve an answer;
to hear her voice,
to feel her soft lips.
I hope to never know this lonliness again.
Imortal Dragon