Thursday, September 13, 2018

Dear Me

Dear Me,
Why are you so far away?
Why do you wander aside?
Why do you murmur inside?
Why are you so empty in entirety?

Dear Me,
Where do you seek your solace?
Why are you so bothered by silence?
Where has your lover hidden?
Where has your script lost its way?

Dear Me,
Oh dear! dear me!
There are flowers everywhere
You, my friend, have become an adrift bee.

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