So far yet so near you seem to me,
I feel you, in each passing hour,minute and second are we not away?
And still with it, we get so very close.
With you by my side,
I reckon not the distance,
Thus I ponder and gaze; ask to you…
Define the distance and I will fill the journey…
A blessing you are to me,
So late, yet still you are,
so far, yet so near you are to me,
I feel you, every passing hour,
Hour to minute; minute to second, we are not away,
You are so very close.
9 comments:
i feel you every passing hour. I drink your words, I kiss your poetry.... :)
What is distance damsel? Tell me...do you have a definition to it?
it is the space between your ring finger and your middle finger... :)
Then it's close...there is no distance, isn't it? :-)
two distances? :)
Two distance...which one do you choose then? :-) The one when you close your fingers or the space when you open it?
il choose them both... one could not live without the other :)
Ok...then despite the distant distance, one is still close...for most of the time, one closes their fingers, not spreads it open...
hmmmm.so minutes hours and seconds are more blessed than u are.
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