No longer



I no longer yearn for that kiss
For I am kissed by the breeze

I no longer yearn for that hug
For the pages of books envelope me tight.

I no longer yearn for a caring word
For the notes of music are more soothing.

I no longer yearn for gems,
For the first raindrops are my precious stones.

I no longer yearn for gold,
For when I am sun-kissed I shine like GOLD.

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