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Hunted

I am lost beyond all hope.
I miss you with every breath,
with every heartbeat.

I would gladly trade
freedomís temporary bliss
for the warmth of your body,
the salty taste of your skin.

I do not want to be lost,
hunted down and crushed
like the autumn leaves
beneath my feet.
I turn around and head for home.




Poetry by Nathalia
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Written on 2015-09-14 at 00:32

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice :)
2015-09-20


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Soul sore, and wonderful

Elle x
2015-09-14


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2015-02-23


Karl Johan Lindrup Olesen
Wonderful poem - I like it.
2015-02-17


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Again, you've written simply of a powerful emotion. Your longing is palpable. The sixth and seventh lines change this poem from an abstract notion to a reality. You've evoked our senses, touch and taste. Then, in the last stanza, you evoke sound and sight.

Wonderful.
2015-02-17