Far I see the hope, far I see the way,
not close enough is the end,
nor near is the start,
there is constancy lingering around,
but not permanency about it,
there is a way to deal the temporary emptiness,
but no way out from the permanent fullness,
the brims over flow like the banks of river flooded,
the water contains the self and not the stone ahead.
Far I see you, though not clear,
but you seem to be the one,
the journey is not of few miles,
it is of more than light years,
the way to reach is all rubbled,
though I want to tread,
the only wish is to hear,
that you are still waiting to be near,
I will cross the seas, the skies,
to make you mine even if it takes years.
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