Author Haniel Long I TAKE what never can be taken, Touch what cannot be; I wake what never could awaken, But for me. I go where only winds are going, Kiss what fades away; I know a thing too strange for knowing, Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments