i may never learn
the language you speak
i can only feel
the anguish
or the joys
you express, with a shriek
or a calm
drowned in silence
i may never set foot
on the soil
where you grew
your scars and some
false dreams
where you planted
your first kiss
under a lush tree,
when it lived
but we have one
same sky that blankets
a cold night
and same stars
that light a lost path
in midnight hues
when petals fall in twilight
or leaves grow in dews
if you wish
in your slumber, come
near, sometimes
it's warmer on this side
Now that I come to know
ReplyDeleteTHE MEANINGS BEFORE THE MEANINGS
I find all laguage now is redundant.
Only the whispers of Petals in twilight
Matters.