by Mandy Moe Pwint Tu
Both in fire,
Both in snow
Both holding onto a love
That is but a shadow.
Both in sighs,
Both forgotten,
Both grasping a light
That is long forsaken.
Both in tears,
Both alone
Both denying a truth,
Hoping all will atone.
Both in silence,
Both in night
Both nurturing a dream
That is far from sight.
Both in desperation,
Both torn
Both following a hope
That was never born.
Both alien
Both akin
Both turning to each other
Wondering where they'd been.
From:
Flowers at the Shwe Dagon
Copyright ©:
Mandy Moe Pwint Tu
Last updated April 21, 2013