Dried conversations in faded memories.
Gazing at the skies, I doze away on a sultry dusk
A faint odor of you.
A feeble voice.
A hazed view from a moist eye.
Our spirits flow into each other, like the breeze on both sides.
Sliced by a wired mesh, separated and distanced.
Each for the other.
We.
On either sides.
I really loved the poem.
It meant to me, a conversation with my inner self, the mind and the soul. Me and my spiritual self.
We are ” each for the other” but “on either sides”
Good one.
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