She stands as one shore, And I, the other; Between us, loneliness
Overflows like a river.
Can one ever hope to catch fish in a mirage,
Simply by wetting one's hands? Amidst it all,
The present moment looks on amused.
Between her and me,
A curtain appeared right before our eyes; If we wear masks,
Can our true faces ever be seen?
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 3:24 AM UTC
She stands as one shore, And I, the other; Between us, loneliness
Overflows like a river.
Can one ever hope to catch fish in a mirage,
Simply by wetting one's hands? Amidst it all,
The present moment looks on amused.
Between her and me,
A curtain appeared right before our eyes; If we wear masks,
Can our true faces ever be seen?
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