And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011
I long
Poem by M E Aupiais
I love more than life! I long! I need! I cannot have!
Ice, glaciers of pain! Cold! Distance! I miss! I long! I weep! It turns icey cold!
Icey winds surround me! All is lost if not in you!
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