Does physical distance has the power to separate us?
Can it refrain us from memorizing the beautiful moments we made together?
Look at the moon.
Has she ever felt loneliness for being lonely in a vast sky?
Look at the Sun too.
He is too lonely.
The physical distance between the two is marked by the alteration of 12 hours.
While one is visible, the other is invisible and vice versa.
So let us celebrate the bonding we have marked by the greatness of two souls.
Let us immortalize this pious bonding with the sweetness of language.
Let us enjoy this distance.
Let us enjoy the bleeding of the soul caused by the pricks of limited time.
Yes, indeed we had limited time and the seconds culminated into 24 hours.
But we are tied together in a thread, no where to be seen, only to be felt.
Let it kill us physically.
Let our hearts deal with it.
Let our hearts deal with it.
Let our hearts deal with it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My friend carry on