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The longing of our kind by SwiftlyHunted, literature
Literature
The longing of our kind
I can feel you
calling me
to you
stirring in me
a deep yearning
for something
that
I cannot name.
You reach
with long fingers
that
clutch my very soul
with the savage tenderness
of a wild thing.
Across land and time,
you draw me to yourself again.
Whispering in my ear
soft sighs and
strange melodies;
your haunting laughter
echoes
echoes
echoes
in my memory.
Beckoning me to come
and join you once more.
I am going mad
with longing
for the Sea.
