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Restless
By Uley Bone
Caught upon a senses
a lingering taste for vagabond heart
and those reckless seasons
Astray, when the bonfires bloomed
and immune, we sang the songs
that our souls wanted to believe in
If for nothing more than a moment,
we could be lost--amygadalas sate
amidst those lobes and hemispheres
steadily growing apart in passions spent
Restlessly reaching toward our past.
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Copyright 2015 Uley Bone
Published on Tuesday, January 20, 2015.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
Comments on "Restless"
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A former member wrote:
"A lingering taste for vagabond heart"....for some reason this particular line calls to some hidden part of me. I love the sense of hesitation and apprehension this has.
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On Wednesday, January 21, 2015, Uley Bone
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wrote:
Thank you kindly Falloutsaturation. Technically not a good thing, that vagabond heart deal, at least not as written. (not a terrible one either) It is back to the kind of recklessness idea. But I am glad that you enjoyed this, and thank you again.
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