Seems as though that which she desires is so far
out of reach
morning comes and still she can't see
a glimpse, a blink or a shadow
of what she hopes will be
like a mirage in the desert her life
has turned dry and sandy
windblown in the darkest of night and cold
fighting back the tears that hide waiting to
overtake her false sense of pride
she longs to hold and to be held by the hand
cherished, treasured and consumed like
a satisfied craving for a rich piece of chocolate
with almonds, a sweet caramel blend
Home for her heart is in the distance
this is what powers her fierce desire
a resting place filled with all the things she's
longing for....
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