'? ' really? ! You don't know? You don't see?
I mean I thought it was so obvious
You....so deep...
rooted...fetted
embedded...enmeshed
engrafted....
branch of my branch
the breadth of my soul
as far as the east is to the west
you've got a hold
you've always been there
a shadow, a blossom, a rock, a mole, always something
you are the hole?
Divided, I am in a millon different ways
I long to tell you
but I don't
I long to see you
but I won't
I long to enbrace these feelings
but I shunned 'em
(not sure when exactly it was written...between 2015-2016 sometime)
N.N.S.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem