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I am a living soul full of longing and foreboding.
My thoughts travel through space and time.
I am now back to my old self.
Allow me to share the fleeting moments.

Wanderlust

The past is just a distant memory.
Of thoughts we use to reminisce.
I do recall the secluded place,
Away from the tempestuous sea,
Where footprints littered our way,
Toward the hidden cove.
Touching your face and feeling your lips,
Leads these warped hands to your soft tress,
Are you real?

Now, I remember with great sadness.
The vastness of open space,
With you out there, alone and exposed,
Waiting for my return.

Jun Soriao
This Side of the Hemisphere
September 3, 2009