Peace is when your existence smiles to me freely
poetry happens when you and I embrace each other
Teardrops twinkle
And our hands hold
Crowded us
And the alone us
We speak to our hearts
You, the poetic silence
I the poetic voice
You and I delight each other
In the calmest and the gentlest way
Madly and lovingly we fall
Sitting into the arms of our lives,
We smoke to our souls.
We don't deny the distances.
We don't drive an inch away.
We drink our aches.
We suck our sighs.
We journey millions of miles.
Into bits we convert,
Into pieces, we scatter.
Our unity remains young.
We grow old. We grow graceful.
We don't seem to return.
Yes, we return to each other.
Our hearts have pure heartbeats
Our heartbeats compose us
And the precious poems begin to dance
We whisper to them;
they absorb our light
O love, the meaning of madness is with us.
You and I perfect the pace of life.
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