And it's all about distance.
Eyes chuckle.
Do you hear them chuckle? It's really different from a sparkle,
because sparkling is bound to be seen, reflected, It's
about seeing!
He finds her eyes chuckling when the moon and sun meet at dusk,
the only moment sun and moon meet their stares.
Wherever he goes,
follows a distance in his thought. He is far from her,
and will continue to be further away as time will pass by.
Like the time, night has its moon and when the sun is there to claim the
parting of night and that moon.
A distance is created;
again and again,
in his head too. He thinks, her head is filled with more
thoughts without him being one.
They meet at dusk, when the whole world is about to look different. They
become half nocturnal, perhaps so is, for a temporal insomnia ahead. They
think about each other till they tire themselves to sleep.
Maybe love has illusions.
Thoughts prevail, decimating the harsh realities. So much before nothing in
their own veiled freedom.
They meet at dusk,
when the hopes fall, when the soul dwindles.
When the count of distance is lost.
An out of this world submission by Ali Mohsin from United Arab Emirates. ;)
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