Miles may separate us,
but you are always there in my heart.
Words might not be spoken,
but I can never love you enough.
Rain outside my window reminds me of you
and the tears in my eyes that won’t pour out.
I brave and get past this.
Every tomorrow brings a little closer your beautiful face.
I love you, my dear,
and I long to be in your arms…
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
Poetry
Human life without some form of poetry is not human life but animal existence. ~ Randall Jarrell
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