A Longing

palpable as hunger
and thirst for river waters —

to return to a place,
search for a face
distilled
in sapphire oceans,
await a voice
deep and tonal,
my evening song —

another winter melts
in purple crocuses,
golden
daffodils hasten in their blooming,
grass turns emerald
green again  —

I ponder upon
this haunting longing,
smile with fought-back tears
and I walk on.

D. G. Vachal © 2023

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