Look, no big deal, once I won the jackpot?
Or synchronicity aligned to see
our body chemistries again landlocked.
What's the equation that brought you to me?
When two- was more than one mapped out as three?
Yet, moving apart like mountain snow drifts
surveying galaxies like an amputee
plotting a missing limb with detached fingertips
that now is too frozen, unconnected
to form a handshake or make a base camp.
Loving bosom to the disaffected
families go on, succeed after an avalanche;
bury each other in blanket silences
or those often frequent impolitenesses.
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Families succeed on in avalanche; Bury each other in blanket silences this amazing poem saying every thing and nothing, it is brilliant piece of work...you have scored 10++from me