Your touch upon my hands,
Is like a river,
That flows over a shriveled artery
Of mine,
Everytime you touch me,
I am lost,
Over the sea of thoughts,
Wondrous thoughts that define you
But I am,
Travelling with a sailboat
Without wind to carry on
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The sun over the horizon,
Is in love with the sea
Twice a day it blushes
To see itself,
While looking for the sea
Sun never got to see his sea
With the noon,
He would have gone high above,
And he waits till the dusk
To meet his heart
And in the breezy nights,
The sea misses the sun
And the touch,
It had every morning
How beautiful is the pair,
Crying out for each other,
Yet, knowing never to meet
One’s absence
To be the presence of other
In one’s heart
