A Hunter’s Anguish
I chase, running as a wind unrestrained,
Through the forest, the swamp, the endless sea.
Where shall I find that which all have proclaimed
Greatest of all feelings, an ecstasy?
Wherefore art this love, for not yet in me
Have I felt such a stirring sensation.
I sight incredible prey all free,
But none I witness in true elation.
To this, I give my accreditation.
The hunt may not always end in success,
But there is no need for desolation,
The result can yet be one of progress.
In hope for this love, I march ever forward,
Once I find love, it will lead me shoreward.
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