The Divided Self
The best apology against false accusers is silence.
My hands are tied; or, the distance between us is rofound.
No words can divide us, but I will try, for you.
What can I say? How can I speak my love for you, how it feels?
That it is a winged thing that knows no bounds and must be free to fly?
That if we were together it would turn into a stormy sea?
That I would never be able to see the sun again?
How can I speak my love for you, how it feels?
It's a secret that burns.
____ AKSHR
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