“… inclined to touch …”
Tag Archives: poetry of longing
Random frequencies
“… longing for a taste …”
In the Wilderness
“… just the sharp pangs …”
The cold pang
“… that rupture …”
The void
Longing for that which had risen to take possession in the skies of consciousness bathing the countenance – in unrequited radiance only to set on what was beget blissfully deaf to the grevious cries of why? Copyright © 2016 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved
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