From my eyes, my dreams are getting snatched away by somebody.
Perhaps I am being taken away, like the waves that disappear in the ocean, by somebody.
How shall I declare my wish, if my lips are sealed? They are also being taken away with the wind by somebody,
and making these waves, for them to become one with the sea again.
Sometimes, when I wanted to quench my thirst, I went to the vineyard. But even though the vineyard was full of the ripest vine grapes, Sheis,
it was also emptied
by somebody.
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You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
