on rivers and in skies
he searched for her;
but never found her,
never saw her face
in searching, though,
he found another love;
a much less restive,
trustworthy embrace
for he found that most rare and precious stone:
the knowledge that he was just fine
alone
Hi once again great, great poem! Would it bother you if I added a link to this post in my upcoming “MeThisMonth” blog post?
That would be fine, thank you. I appreciate it.
Great, thanks! 🙂
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