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Deep thought's of an untouchable love.
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A Vision
I saw you again last night—
You were right in front of me
And,
Then I awoke
I could feel your love
But—you,
I couldn’t touch,
A vision in disguise.
Ó1983 William Lowenkamp
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| Reviewed by Richard Bowers |
11/18/2012 |
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Unpardon me but I relent it boldly;
For it is far ahead, if I can be sure of it,
And far it is, that my hallucination be valid,
And hallucination it is, as it should be,
And however, unlike itself, mysterious, unknown, and untested,
So it be foreseen in my tireless search.
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| Reviewed by Ashraf Goreja |
9/22/2003 |
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O yes. You do write in English too. This is a lovely poem.
Greetings.
Goreja.com
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
9/21/2003 |
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Interesting!...Some loves can be felt only, but not by touch. Love this write.
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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