Its like an ending that never had a beginning
The length of my sight
Reaches only so far
A distant calling
Between you and I
Unmet...
My palms are clasped
Between night and day
And though I am frayed
I am free...
your words are naturally romantic, i always seem to find my own thoughts drifting through the meaning in one way or another, the idea of a shadowing ponder, a light, cast by the idea of a connection, a distant calling, the intrigue is subtle yet brilliantly sweet in nature, this poems flows like honey, imo. the scope of thought stikes me as an eternal contemplation of love, life and dreams.
My work...does have personal meaning, however in poetry it's about how it makes you feel or how it speaks to you...
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