mistaken for the weak,
desperation only calls
on those who can't see,
drifted by the breeze,
who they really are
lives deep beneath the trees,
not nearly what you seek
but you'll find it in the stars,
not nearly what you need
but all you really want,
something i could feel
a happenstance turned real
moving pictures all around me
but there, you stand still,
days, they pass
but time will always cease
at the sight of you sleeping
soundly in my dreams.
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Aathavi Thanges
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The inscrutable intangibility of that which does not feed yet provides all the satisfaction, comfort & peace within us to make us forget whatever other necessities there might be. Beautifully expressed.