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A Desired Meeting

From the book of poetry 'Animal Souls' by Michael Fisher

Come on

Come unto me now

This is a trodden path

And I fear, a sorrowful path

I see, still you do not share it

I want to ask help of you

My friend, I know not what to do

I am not scared of you

I once was

I once disbelieved in you

I know now, that I need you

I may take a tumble

Somehow it seems inevitable

Unless of course, a miracle

I wish you to appear

I hunger for the time you will appear to me

I know that time draws near

My earth moves beneath my own dream

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