Longing for the one moment of togetherness
for a fleeting glance of courtesy
for a distant voice echoing through the void
saying "Don't worry, I am always beside thee".
For a particle of sand that isn't wet on the sea shores
For a tear that would drop onto your palms
For a combined season of autumn and spring
For words in a long lost psalm.
I yearn for a faint voice
that keeps echoing in my dreams
An answer to my frequent searches
An accidental meet.
The paths haven't separated, they, in unison lie
Then why, behind the bushes, do thee hide?
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