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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