The really poor man is not the one who
lacks money,
but the one who lacks the joy of the heart.
Here we are in the world of distance. I could feel your hand longer than my
imagination.
Caressing my flesh with your verbal nails. Your voice, singing poetry gospel to my ear.
I
felt I am sitting there by your side. Your voice is as soft as young foliage
Can you
wrap your love ????? for how many seconds, how many minutes,
how many
hours, how many days. I will
wait up-till you uncover that wrap.
I can’t
read you today, unable to feel your
feelings, looks somewhere you were hurt,
but I do
not know the lapse, where and for what it is.
Feel you
are sad, no doubt in it. The sound of your
heart beating made it clear.
Suddenly the feeling that I can't go on is
light years away.
Your smile can be the light in someone
else's day, share it.
Yar
Mhargz GV
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