there is an urge
inside me
to let something out
and free
it so i can breathe
a little and
live fully
alive
i want to see
your face
i need it
for me to become
who i am
but there is another
landscape in my
heart
that opens a path
logically i do not
want it
but my feet are already
there
treading upon
its grass
so green and fresh
so lovely
and airy
and much to my
desire for lust
i hold you with
finality and then
leave you
there is this urge
that the mind
cannot control and which
the heart is
really fond of
this is the one
that i want to understand for now
i wish i dislike it
but i can't
they say
no one can
and that is what
old literature
has been
declaring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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