The soulmate
And in the crowd
I see you
from afar ...
I miss you,
your face
differs
in the overstuffed suitcase
of memories.
And in a thronged square
you are in focus again
as if God himself
directs
universal spotlight
to you,
which
only I can see.
I see you
from afar ...
I miss you,
your face
differs
in the overstuffed suitcase
of memories.
And in a thronged square
you are in focus again
as if God himself
directs
universal spotlight
to you,
which
only I can see.
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