We are probing, you and I
In
an unfamiliar land
Where
wishes tumble to the ground
As
listless falling autumn leaves,
Where
hope runs highest early on
And
expectation generates
A
spectrum of emotions
That
a thriving foolish heart believes
We
are children playing hard
To
understand a grownup game,
Hidden
in a land so strange,
Too
often seeming worlds apart.
Seeking
wisdom with comparison,
Hoping
love will find our waiting
Empty
cornucopia
To
fill our chambers in the heart.
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