To live is to long
for something more.
Everything
that breathes
also sighs,
like a tree in the wind
whose rustling leaves
long to return to earth,
or the quiet of the air
as it settles into a storm
over the sea.
The way the river
flows endlessly
towards the ocean,
and how I,
like the ocean,
long only for the moon.
— Pavana पवन (via tumblr)
(1 Februari 2015)
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