Treasure
where do I go with ths feeling that tugs at my heart?
a relentless longing where do I start?
Like a magnet to Steel I am drawn to you.
Friend confidant anchor who knew?
I tell you my soul with no regret
knowing the best we havent experienced yet
all these years without warning the feelings grew
rueful of my choices from the past
praying that this treasure I found will last
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| past life love | 0 | 07/09/2011 |
| but dust | 0 | 07/09/2011 |
| waiting | 1 | 07/09/2011 |
| Treasure | 0 | 07/09/2011 |
| The Longing | 2 | 01/17/2011 |
| comfort | 2 | 01/17/2011 |
| Rebel shout | 2 | 12/22/2010 |
| still | 4 | 12/21/2010 |
| Leave | 4 | 12/19/2010 |
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