In contact with self, identity.
Blocked from touch,
In deep thoughts reflecting,
Thinking of infinite with intensity.
When togetherness is happiness,
How to know if love or passion?
After all, gone astray… empty,
Missing a person, the person, the feeling or feeling?
Pride the poison of time,
Void disregarding the shortage of life,
Growing the distance,
Head above heart.
Deep inside painful feeling,
Burning, building a gap,
In soar of a possibility, hopes,
Bringing back balance to life’s values.
Pure Love a Passion.
Innocent Lover, Attraction,
Into Love, Dying for
a connection.
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I would like to translate this poem
being alone..is one of the most difficult thing in life...but being alone...is the best time of weaving thoughts too.....that's true..blocked from touch and in deep thoughts..love it