Nearness is distance
When you have eyes not to see
And distance is nearness
When you have eyes to see and to see
What an irony
Dreams are not foggy
Fogs are dreamy
And kinsmen in home are dusky
Just away at a feet
As often as you sight
Seem strangers a great bit
Though beautiful and as simple as a floret
Theirs is the world
Oh behold!
And stars, sun, moon
Far away in heaven
Are pretty
And you wish to hold them palpably
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful poem with a meaningful message. What is the purpose of being with someone if we never care. Great are those people who are not near us but constantly reach with their love and care. A beautifully crafted and well conveyed write. Onto my Poem List.