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  • Lost Love

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    Oh, message in a Bottle,

    Tossed into cyber-space.

    Where will you land,

    Once you have been sewn?

     

    Floating to that distant seashore,

    Who will gently caress you today,

    Sharing their thoughts and plans,

    Once you have been washed ashore?

     

    Growing roots, becoming a tree,

    Budding wings, flying away.  

    Whose eyes will you entrance,

    With the radiance of your dreams?

     

    Who will hold you in their embrace?

    Whispering to you under their soft pillow,

    In adoration, hoping to hear more?

    Whose night will you turn into day?

     

    Will you remember how you began?

    What fruit will you bring back to me,

    When you find your way back home?

    Will you recognize this face, these hands?

     

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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