The seeking will never Cease

The pedals bloom,

the birds have ascended.

But, the life-long searches

has not yet ended.

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The sun still shines

the breeze still blows.

But, the yearning within

all but slows.

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What is it

that will fill till full

not just my heart

but so too, my soul?

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Which of the rays

can shine with the deal

that it'll warm my insides

that only I can feel?

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Which breeze can whistle

with the tune of the heart

and soothe its beating

and it's crooked parts?

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Which flower

can placate pleasure

to places within

that I truly pleasure?

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The birds will always fly,

The sky will always embrace

and I know that I will never

cease to seek my place.