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There's this place I'm searching for,
I don't know where it is,
Or what it looks like,
But I know it's home.
I'm searching for this feeling,
I don't know what it's called,
Or what it brings me,
But I'll feel whole.
I'm searching for this life,
I find It sometimes.
Hidden in the sunset,
Hidden in the sound of the leaves.
I'm holding on for that moment when that is all I know,
I hope I find it again soon.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
