Is this a poem or a song? ____ AKSHR

Is this a poem or a song?

 

Love, all alike, no season

knows nor clime,

nor hours, days, months,

which are the rags of time.

Without this glass of water,

without the cotton shirt,

without the trees and their leaves.

Without this candle & its light—

luminous, yet frail, set against the dark.

Without this song, without its words,

without the bird that sings it—

without you.

____ AKSHR