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By Erika Carlson 29 Date: 2005 Apr 26 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.26.04.48.1494]] |
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Aimlessly wandering down a path, a meadow, a forest, a labyrinth of deception; Searching, never looking. Seeing, never finding. Hoping, never knowing. Broken, but never crying. Shadows from the mist caressing, whisper of a touch; Holding, never feeling. Speaking, never saying. Listening, but never hearing. Echo of a scream returns to me, shattering the mist; Lost, never found. Lonely, never alone. Attainable, yet enigmatic. Hiding - always hiding - on a path, a meadow, a forest....a dream. |