Of Bus Stops & Last Chances.

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Longing, as each day passes.

Defying logic, odds, and sanity.

Of a thousand fluttering butterflies.

Questions, the hows and whys.

Reaching across the bed, finding, wanting, craving.

In thoughts and dreams.

In sweet smiles and hollow pains.

In harsh reality and peaceful escapes.

Hold on. Hang in there.

Stay with me.

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~ by Ice Canicosa on December 15, 2013.

6 Responses to “Of Bus Stops & Last Chances.”

  1. Inner traveling ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Wonderfully orchestrated.

  3. You are a good poet. I find a connection to your words.
    Suzanne

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