Once and again,
I look through my window pane,
And find you alive in the breathing air,
Find you smiling in the twinkling star,
Find you happy in the horizon far.
And then I wish,
I was there with you,
I look to the distance below,
It may be enough to take me to you.
But I don't run the distance,
Through the air,
Outside my window,
Just because,
You may not be happy seeing me there.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...