Dusk is when sun has to bid goodbyes
Abandoned in the dry sands a starfish dies
Wearied of seeking, still a lost pelican flies
Painted sky resembles your honey eyes.
Dear, living in my heart for a year or two
You can feel my soul is becoming as blue
As the ocean, unhappy tides have the clue
Foams of my secret love shines for you.
That unbreakable fine line between us
Is a curse for me
That invisible wall separating us
Mourns the heart of me.
Sweetheart, where our souls touch
But can not penetrate
Horizon, is the boundary
Where our hearts have silently died.
Darling, in agony I think
Is this where our love should meet?
Darling, in despair I think
Is this where our love should leave?
© Tapasi 2017
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