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Empty Desires
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Just a thought! Emotional needs set in motionless weeds
Planted deep in a valley, escaping the wind
No direction or flow, hinting which way to blow
They just wither away in the end
Standing alone, no dew on the rise
Their seeds drying up in the sun
They fall to the ground, with nary a sound
Replenishing desires now done.
I wonder
What life would be like to have no desires.
You have a new fan
Bear.
And you're even getting prettier
In your old age lol
Sad and beautiful. I feel
Sad and beautiful. I feel this sometimes to. I love reading your poetry.
Pudin