J's Musings

Do you think of me, as the parched land thinks of water?

Do you think of me, as the homeless thinks of a home?

Do you think of me, as the navy sky thinks of the moon?

Do you think of me, as the blank parchment thinks of being written on?

Do you think of me, as the lost one thinks of a known path?

Do you think of me, as the troubled thinks of peace?

Do you think of me, as the old thinks of youth?

Do you think of me, as I think of you?

Janx 🙂

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