it seems to fit
when without reason
all the senses
make a call that it is
you,
but i am not a fool to
all these senses,
my eyes were wrong and
my nose cannot tell what scent
was that
and hence to sum it all
i cannot trust desire
i invoke distance
and your absence for at this moment
i can not think that
much
i leave for a while
and see other places of my heart
when i come back
who knows? it could be you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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