While walking the streets of
life,
My search continues for you.
Afar in the distance,
I hear faint drum-beats.
Sometimes, I feel you so near,
Reaching, I can almost touch
you.
Can this be my drummer-boy,
I've always been searching for?
Then you seem to vanish.
If fate should be so kind,
We will meet someday.
(c) copyright heather burns 2009
we will always search for them, here, and the beyond, we will always wait, we will always hope...and as your friend, I will always read your beautiful poems.
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t hanks V, so sweet of you to read my poem. heather