When the languages begin
To dissipate through
The sieve of unanswered prayers,
Of many unfulfilled desires,
We can still see each other
Not through meanings but
Recognition
When everything would fail to make sense,
I would not be afraid, for I
Sense your presence somewhere near,
Outside but within,
Unheard, unseen, unspoken
But just felt
For we exist
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Hi! Just dropping by to tell you, you have an amazing blog. I wrote something similar to this poem recently, so I can definitely relate and admire it. Keep writing. 🙂
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That’s very humbling. Thanks a lot Afya. I would love to read your works too
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