Strange kind of feeling in my heart;
As though I wander in from the street outside
And find the door locked.
As though a storm, dusty and fierce
Prepares itself afar.
Strange kind of feeling in my heart.
Anticipating the worst: almost afraid
To enter a nebulous world:
An almost ache, settling itself
Deep, deep inside.
Strange kind of feeling in my heart.
Wanting the eastern dusk; asking for
Nothing at all: desire and dreams are
Long behind me. Now, I will make acquaintance
With that strange kind of ache in my heart.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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