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A Never-Ending Spring
Through the temples of love, we drift
looking for our harmony,
two souls to merge as one
in the vastness of eternity.
We search each corridor
looking for the one
who will make our dreams come true
and our world complete.
There is no time allocated
by which our search must be done,
only that we have to do it
in a never-ending spring.
16 May 2008
poem
by
David Harris
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