I love the quietness
When I touch you.
I can feel the music
When you sing.
Hope is a painful thing,
We never thought we
Would depart like
Two roads.
I walk miles and miles
To be there
Where we never were,
This is a futile being.
The winter sun,
The breeze that blows quitely
Reminds me of you.
One soul can have two sides,
Meeting and departing.
I am dwelling in between,
I got a new pair of glasses
To see the world differently,
But something beats heavily,
You are the fresh paint
On my canvas,
Though we shall never meet now
In the gallery.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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