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Sometimes love just
a faint cry of my soul. will
Our soul be free
of longing.
longing is an addiction;
always she seeks compensation
for something that is not there,
yet but there should be.
It seems as if we did this addiction;
it seems important to us than our longings.
We are addicted to a yin to yang
for a South Pole for our love.
truth is that our apparent addiction,
Our yearning is the being of our soul, however.
It is what binds us to our home,
So we do not go and God is lost.
a tendon must always be in us.
without addiction. It only ends
when earth and sky
unite us.
If in the birch trees rustle the leaves
it will be.
you will be there.
And our birch trees will be like harps.
I'll be home.
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