Like the two banks of a river, ever so close and ever so distant- they can never be together- separated by the waters;
They journey like the train tracks, staying close and yet apart;
Like the sun and the moon, like a day and a night...
Like that mountain that tries to reach the sky...
Like that fish without the ocean...
Like the winter without the snow...
Like the tree without it's leafs...
Like a pond without a frog...
Like a field without its flower...
Like a mother without her child...
Like the desert without the sand...
Like a nomad without his horse,
Like a wanderer without his staff,
Like a poet without his words,
Their worlds...
They journey like the train tracks, staying close and yet apart;
Like the sun and the moon, like a day and a night...
Like that mountain that tries to reach the sky...
Like that fish without the ocean...
Like the winter without the snow...
Like the tree without it's leafs...
Like a pond without a frog...
Like a field without its flower...
Like a mother without her child...
Like the desert without the sand...
Like a nomad without his horse,
Like a wanderer without his staff,
Like a poet without his words,
Their worlds...
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