De vi de ded


Distant lovers, they suffer

Away from each other, they muster up

All their pain to overcome, from

The other side of the world, they

Distort really to endure, before

Every night grows old, and

They can’t do much for this, so

They write poems, above

All they nurtured is afar, when?

Did we lose all sense for the abstract? If

They can’t recall how they are, in fact

No, they can’t, so far…

No to time, no joke, just

Stay on track, now

Look at the sky, and

She will be looking, too.

6 Comments Add yours

  1. Flor says:

    Lovely write my friend!! powerful connections! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. lynyo says:

      Thank you my dear friend! I’m glad you liked ❤️😀

      Liked by 1 person

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