The deprivation --
Is suffocating
It's isolation --
From all contact
It's separation --
From any hope
It's the maximum --
Of being adrift
In silence alone
And the mind's --
Tendrils swirl
Softly free of this --
State of being
Seeking, Touching
Speaking, Laughing
Strolling, Dancing
Fulfilling the fanciful
Whimsies of gardens
If only in dreams.
By Lady Lost
Copyright � 2002
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