Moody Monday (I Seek)

I Seek

.

when I reach out

I feel the pain

of unknown truth

.

when I seek

I sense the tear shed

of kindred spirit

.

a silent void

I recall moments

of careless freedom

.

yet when I touch

I feel the past

not the living

.

k.Lynel

 

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