touch
a letter
not to me
tears...
not cried
but
still
not one step
further
nothing changes
though everything
flying
up
down
away
around
enjoying
a letter
not to me
and still
longing
you...
still...
not to me
tears...
not cried
but
still
not one step
further
nothing changes
though everything
flying
up
down
away
around
enjoying
a letter
not to me
and still
longing
you...
still...
posted by someone at 11:59 PM
2 Comments:
To someone with flying hands.
All pain
that arises
when words are given
into other hands
is only because
someone
is
beautiful
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