Thursday, December 29, 2011

To Love

I can never hate you.

But only love you.
And remain as distant
as nearness could never be.
Yet as near, as the sky and its horizon.
To love, is not pain
But the essence is detachment.
Both separate, yet entangled
like drops escaping the dark clouds.
We are no different souls,
yet we thrive in our own worlds
Never to meet again
until, the other side of this moonlit sky
Far, off into the emptiness of this night.

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