like a river running nowhere
looks seaward with longing.
Like days of endless rain,
she
waters the earth with sorrow.
Like the swift, restless wind,
blowing this way and that,
she
eternally wanders,
like waves on the water
meandering shoreward,
in search of the key
to her heart.
By Wanda R.
Symi, September 2005.
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