With deep sorrow unfolds
Our tales so told.

That wishing upon wishing
We never grow old.

Our souls thirst for another
Yet, others aren’t sold.

We dare dream to believe
Of a life not so cold.


One thought on “POEM – Another

  1. Reblogged this on myms2016 and commented:

    Our souls do indeed thirst for another–for warmth and companionship. The many, many wishes we have to escape our sorrows and this cold world. For such, we dare to dream and believe.


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