Untitled by Mei Zhen

 

Let us not speak
Of the mysterious Divine
Of faith and of love
Or the passage of time

Let us not ponder
The ties that bind
For you have yours
And I, too, have mine

A world of lost hope
In a blue sea of tears
Oft do our cries fall
On a field of deaf ears

Would that the world
Could embrace ones such as we
But we reside in crevices
They cannot easily see

No, let us instead
Hold hands in the night
I will be your warmth
And you will be my light

But it shames me to consider
Myself a friend
When your heart bleeds from wounds
My mere words cannot mend

 

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