Monday, November 03, 2014

the irony however is this
the moment i utter your name
my silence leaves me
i love it this way
that you only exist in my mind

( i do not dream of taking you inside my heart
as i still respect its emptiness
which i have reserved for God)
i like it this way: you are a distant star and i am a traveler
on the desert
at night
and as there are so many stars in my sky
the sands too
shall never know who you really are)

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