SoulReserve

Rush

How we race
to find each other again,
in the morning mist
the first rain, 
in the softest light
of the sunsets,
And we yearn
beating hearts
hands on the window,
waiting…
through every parting
to find a little
of that lost love.

© SoulReserve 2017

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