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Each One
Hours pass by
while each one sits alone.
She lays awake.
He sleeps peacefully.
In time, they meet.
They grow.
They love.
In time, one moves.
To a distant land, she goes.
They are missed.
He does not sleep,
but, she sleeps peacefully.
Wow! sleep... or lack of...
Wow! sleep... or lack of... such a strange and significant thing?! :)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
:)
For some reason this poem reminds me of a song by Dido called "Mary's In India". Give it an ear, i'm sure you'd like it! Buenísimo!
Intriguing
I look forward to reading more...