You and Me
Are not two,
A breath before
The word spoken...
We're the flame
Enterwined...
Like braids
Of a mighty
Vine.
I searched for thee,
In the eternal gardens
Of peace and fortitude.
But thine were the ache,
A mighty wishper
In my sleep.
The heart remembers,
It's deep throbbings
And the touch
Of silence
The mystery
Of a connection...
Thereof.
End
Subject: A short poetry on the experience of a deep connection one feels sometimes with someone.
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