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Saturday, September 19

Field Grass


Am longing

For that feeling

Where every moment

Is the best and first

Am searching

For that moment

When love

Is given back at request

Am waiting

For that love

While these seconds fly

Like specks seen

Against the sunset light.

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© Dulce

7 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Like those specks, love can be elusive indeed.

Shadow said...

such feeling! perfectly worded...

Sylvia said...

Beautiful expectations! Hope it brings happiness to your life.

Rikkij said...

D- and Girl, don't those seconds add up! ~rick

steveroni said...

How beautiful, Dulce! And HOW I understand "longing". We long to be liked by all, and to be loved by everyone we meet.

It is almost as God lovingly longs for our friendship. He simply wants us to WANT to be with Him, quietly in love, devotion, thought. And God gives us HOPE.

So let's be still, and know He is here...and just BE with Him a minute--in quiet. PEACE!

Margie said...

Loved this poem, Dulce.
Beautiful writing!

Deep peace of the flowing river to you ...
Deep peace of the smiling stars to you ...

Margie
xxx

Calli said...

Beautiful feeling here. Serenity even while waiting for love to arrive. Reminds me of something I saw awhile back that said:

I will not worry about love.
I will simply honour its arrival...
I'm paraphrasing, but it went something like that!