Longing

Restless whispers,

with melancholy wings

rests upon the weary

making beggars of kings.

Mysteries of wholeness

glistens in her sun.

Trees with heavy branches

harvest still to come.

Promise burst like flowers,

from the fertile ground.

Watered with new purpose

free the dreams once bound.

Bask inside the wonder

of wanting to be found.

~Radonna Blake

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