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Separation and/ or Difference


nights and bright days, separated subtly
leaves and flowers, by colour and beauty
water and ice, by flow and temperature
sun and the moon, by fire and legends
Sundays and Wednesdays, by freedom and pressure
boys and girls, by genetics and affection
children and adults, by years gone and gained
sleep and awake, by silence and purpose
stories and poetry, by images and passion
books and movies, by words and sound
rain and drought, by clouds and need
love and hate, by touch and blood
life and death, by hopes lost and found
you and me, by distance, never difference

-Gp 2005- 18/3/2005-

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Anonymous said…
he and she, seprated by time and fate
hot and cold, by sweat and shiver
him and you, by body and mind
kiss and hug, by wetness and warmth
body and soul, by flesh and conscience
you and me, by distance not by thought

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for, its during the rainy seasons
when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
we realize we are admiring the beauty of loneliness
from afar, of you and me

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