The Seeker
To that place
where white roses dip their toe-tips in thorns
and stay up all night,
to that place
where the ruthless gaze of November,
tears through the lonely pathways,
where the forlorn sky whispers,
and the earth` s ear tingles,
to that place
where my longings are my guardians,
and my tears ,....my legend;
i go in search of one
whom my eyes seek,
who lives in my dreams,
....who whispers in my dreams.
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