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.
With deep sorrow unfolds
Our tales so told.
That wishing upon wishing
We never grow old.
Our souls thirst for another
Yet, others arenβt sold.
We dare dream to believe
Of a life not so cold.
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π I am overjoyed to know this–thank you xx
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kindest thanks for reading, Diana xx
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It was my pleasure. Keep writing. π
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