You, I And The Separation Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

You, I and the separation are aware,
That our souls keep troubling.
Neither you nor I have a sin,
Love makes our blood foam boiling.
Our spirits suffer from endless fights,
To nobody we can say our heart’s messages.
In the separations there are deserts,
They are looked upon by thousand eyes.
Our job is to live hiding in our thoughts,
We are two poles, two birds,
Whose roads shall not meet, never.
To live for ourselves we lacked opportunities,
Between us there are canyons.
In there live dragons,
They are ready to swallow us.
If we try and fly to cross it,
To failure we’ll be doomed.
If we can not cross it,
We’ll be apt to eat ourselves.
Our bones that are left over,
Will revenge our love forever