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Searching Still
(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Searching Still

In a 1000 years
from now

my ghost

hunting for a scrap...a word...a trace
of you

still unwilling
to let go

of you

despite death
despite time

searching still...
...for the touch of your hand.

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Comments (1)

This poem really touched me! It's warm, romantic and inspirational! Rhiannon*