well, we can be here
for that formality
after all we had those
years together
we held our hands like
a flower bouquet
twas like a marriage
of this sort
i make promises and
you listen
i give you all those
years and you take them
now we are sitting on a
chair facing the road
we both leave this place
all those years
i go left you go right
and since this world is
round
we keep the hope, that
convergence out there
hope you can meet love
hope i can meet hope
the moment of boredom
has arrived with an empty hand
i keep my fists
you read your palms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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