Even as I change my body
My heart is here,it recognizes you first..
How much more must I gaze at you alone like this..
My mind is an angry storm, suffering from sickness..
Our emotions were enclosed in a flower..
One we didn't allow to blossom..
Pride and instability turned the nutritious rich soil into stone..
And flowers won't grow in gardens of stone..
Instead they wither and die..
The sickness makes me forlorn..
You are precious and rare..
Could it be that while I was pleasing everyone else,I remained blind to your pains..
Could it be that you are beyond my comprehension..
Time has passed yet my heart still flusters..
Peaceful you seem in your sleep,is it because I haven't appeared in your dream yet?..
If there is distance between us,then I'll race to you..
Definitely..
The flower withered but it didn't die..
©n.knancy
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