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O.R.l

O.R.l

Malaysia

June 9, 2008

  • I do not know you well, but what I know
    Enchants me, like a song sung far away.
    I cannot hear the words, but what they say
    Hangs softly on the hills where I must go.
    I see you furtively and note your eyes,
    Hazel and dreamy, your spirit half elsewhere;
    I note the sheen of your dark, lustrous hair
    And wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.
    This  brings me sweet pain, but I want more,
    Driven by a dream I can't control.
    I want the truth of you, untamed and whole;
    In frantic hope I haunt your open door.

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