Sunday, 21 August 2016

Rendezvous

Is it the same star
That watches you and me?
What an ecstacy!
Is it the same sudden-eclipsed-moon
That you and me can see?
What an individuality!
Is it the same sky
In which you flew, and me, faltered?
I crashed on the ground, banged, bled, unaltered.
Is there anything more the same
For our soulful rendezvous?
I will love you
Until I can't breathe,
And that's all I can do.

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