Continents apart the times are so different that lives seem out of sync. . .


Night and Day



My day
your night

You sleep
your lover in your arms
while I awake dream

My night
your day

I sleep
no lover in my arms
while you awake dance.

Along the threshold
we both weep
I for hopeful years
you for woeful tears
he – faithless, old
you – faithful, bold
I – with faith oft told
in poetry, my soulful whim:
I loving you;
you loving him.



Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-05 at 04:49

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Aashish Thakur
you Portray the image of faithful and true lover..good one
2007-01-05

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