Yearning Poem by phillip ibsen

Yearning

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Morning came and passed me by
i stood still, watching the sun rays bend
above the hills where the birds flew
deep down i felt numb, so cold were my feet
to the beauty i held so close o the sight
yet i longed for someone to give me the light

Coldness came and wrapped me across
i thought of a one savior who died on the cross
vividly the image came yet it was blurred
the feeling was intense, so boiling was my blood
the need always so strong to be at my solace
anything of comfort i considered my embrace

The nature of a poet always being in solitude
never experienced it yet i enjoyed this attitude
for my heart, never wanted to be away from freedom
for my soul, never, not yet close to boredom
holding on so close to the school of learning
your presence and personality am forever yearning

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