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Rated: E · Poetry · Relationship · #353611

Two souls caught

Cold harvest nights
Indian summer days

Desire written on thin leaves
Caught on the restless wind

Lives touching each other
By accident or plan
The touch so quiet
Yet intensely deep

What has been
Is now not

What is now
Is changing and won't stop

What will become
In a dream unfolding

Two souls caught
In God's lot

Originally written: 6 October 1991
Revised: 17 July 2001
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