we sleep too early
we must be getting old
then we wake up at 2 o'clock
and we are not surprised
we feel the need to talk
about almost anything
we feel thirsty and we go to the kitchen
we are the only people here
taking emotions till dawn
no one hears us in this isolation
we are fenced with so much privacy
we lose time
we have forgotten to synchronize with the world now
when they are asleep here we are waking up to take our meals
we shun television
we go for sitting together and remembering
we must be old, and even older than we think
we do not talk about love
we support each other's need to be with the other
we face each other and once again discern
about how lonely could this world be
if we parted ways and live our lives independently
we exchange feelings like gifts
and always excited what we can find
hidden beneath our hearts
opened by the careful hands of our minds...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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