Saturday, 1 November 2003

A Search For Love

A silver hawk shines as it flies
Over deeply arid deserts
Gutturally calling out- aloud
As it floats through the deep blue skies
See it linger as it searches
For some meaning to its life's work
The silver hawk calls for its Love
but no Great Love answers his cries
Only a deep, keening silence
(in the end we all die alone)

-Anne The Obscure (republishing from 12.10.1999)

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