Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Desolate


I'm starving for what my soul needs,

Consuming all I can, but it feeds

Me nothing to keep my spirits high.

They're just enough to keep me alive.

What I need is so hard to find,

Can easily be given in kind,

But seems today to be so rare,

Though we each need it more than air.

I think of how little it would take,

How we could each save the other:

Simply show ...


source: nice note at my friend's facebook

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