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gentle souls, lost souls - searching transfixed for a moment in time suspended in an atmosphere of comradery and love too soon to be thrown back into the arena to play the games of love and hate to nurture without compensation to give meaning to empty lives remove the outer garments of society; class, education, status there remains only one basis instinct - to love THIS binds us together... |
In the Company of Women by Rian |
This poem was written while on a silent retreat for women as I sat in the cafeteria on the last day watching and knowing that some of these women were not anxious to return to the real world... |
