Relativity And Love Poem by Sambanath Denis

We are juxtaposed in our positions as we perceive life,
Yet common matters seem to dissolve current strife.
I am a mirror, if a mirror is an echo of your name;
The reflection in the calling to the mountain is the same.
Time it waits for no one as the clock revolves so fast;
Clouds they float above us, as kisses perish last.
Tomorrow might bring freedom, as Autumn leaves they fall;
As leaves embrace we embrace, no second thought too small.
Icarus lay bleeding in the back roads of my mind,
The intimacy of death seems better than this kind.