Poetry

Longing

I have a longing for something undefined,
Each day it grows, in my heart, entwined.
A yearning for something I cannot name,
An elusive desire, like a flickering flame.

It tugs at my soul, a mysterious allure,
A yearning so deep, so pure, and so sure.
I seek it out, though I know not what for,
This unnamed longing, I can’t ignore anymore.

MAD 10/9/24

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