As island,

Each of us:

Our thoughts of how we hope to be,

Of how we hope we are,

This very moment,

Lost as soon as found,

And then...

Once more,

Reborn,

Touched,

Cheek to cheek,

We move within the other free as bird,

Softly in the arms of love,

Face to face,

We find our self as one,

An island in this teaming sea of life.

. . .

The nature of freidship and love.

ORIGINATOR · Mike de Sousa

ART FORM · Poetry

COMPLETED · 2012

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