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I walk through life oblivious,

Though I strain my eyes to see,

Wander half my paths insensate,

Though I yearn this not to be,

And then,

Again.

A contact made by fleeting chance,

A new old kinship wild, free,

Wander down a path together,

And I yearn for this to be,

And then,

Again.

A whispered word, a treasured friend,

Once more I have caused pain,

I can't repent, I will not change,

Though I wish them to be free,

How I yearn for that to be.

Posted with permission of those to whom it is written. *Hug*

I write better from pathos than joy and this has been weighing on me, though I know you have told me it should not. I hope that this poem lets those that read it take a glimpse at what your friendhsip means to me.

Aww… it's okay! I don't know who you hurt, but I'm sure it'll be just fine.

Thanks Cath. I think it likely will be, the gentlemen in question are wonderful people.

Dear Kyrios,

To quote Star Trek: The Next Generation... Brothers forgive. (Season 4, episode 3 "Brothers").

As Cath said, I'm sure the aforementioned gentlemen agree with me on this.

Ivan

P.S. A beautiful composition, my friend; let pathos inspire you as often as required - from darkness doth the light shines at its brightest...

*Basks in the praise*

This poem makes me kind of sadder than ever now as one person to whom it was addressed no longer speaks with me. I miss you my friend.

I am so sad to hear that my dear Kyr, but, it's life, right?
*hugs and kisses*

Kyrios

Cath

Kyrios

IvanXLIV

Kyrios

Kyrios

Simple Tania