Another Wonderful Feeling
I'm writing tender words
to describe a pretty sunset,
and captivated by its colors,
I take on the spirit of Monet!
Loneliness is felt in that moment
I realize that something is missing...
the essential element of closeness;
it's the urgent need to touch hands,
to explore another wonderful feeling!
Is there such a thing as a wildfire started by anger
that will burn up letters kept in a bedroom drawer,
never sent out to someone so precious but forgotten?
Do feelings quickly die when fondness is not shown?
In the rush of things, we may forget that we exist
to give each other comfort and build lasting trust;
if we ignored everything else and worried less:
we would be much closer and truer to ourselves!
Another wonderful feeling is the source of all joy,
we have lost all faith and put away every hope:
instead of being strong, we're the victims of vanity
that offers endless misery and a false horoscope!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2022
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