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One of my favorite poems. Thought of sharing with you'l, please give me your feedback. 😳
HANDS cling to hands and eyes linger
on eyes; thus begins the record of our hearts.
It is the moonlight of March;
the sweet smell of henna is in the air;
my flute lies on the earth neglected
and your garland of flowers is unfinished.
This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
Your veil of the saffron color makes
my eyes drunk.
The jasmine wreath that you wove
me thrills to my heart like praise.
its a game of giving and withholding,
revealing and screening again;
some smiles and some little shyness,
and some sweet useless struggles.
This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
No mystery beyond the present;
no striving for the impossible;
no shadow behind the charm;
no groping in the depth of the dark.
This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
We do not stray out of all words
into the ever silent; we do not raise
our hands to the voids for things beyond hope.
It is enough what we give and we get.
We have not crushed the joy to
the utmost to wring from it the wine of pain.
this love between you and me is
simple as a song.
Feed back needed 😳
HANDS cling to hands and eyes linger
on eyes; thus begins the record of our hearts.
It is the moonlight of March;
the sweet smell of henna is in the air;
my flute lies on the earth neglected
and your garland of flowers is unfinished.
This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
Your veil of the saffron color makes
my eyes drunk.
The jasmine wreath that you wove
me thrills to my heart like praise.
its a game of giving and withholding,
revealing and screening again;
some smiles and some little shyness,
and some sweet useless struggles.
This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
No mystery beyond the present;
no striving for the impossible;
no shadow behind the charm;
no groping in the depth of the dark.
This love between you and me is
simple as a song.
We do not stray out of all words
into the ever silent; we do not raise
our hands to the voids for things beyond hope.
It is enough what we give and we get.
We have not crushed the joy to
the utmost to wring from it the wine of pain.
this love between you and me is
simple as a song.
Feed back needed 😳
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