Parallel Lines

Few hundred of meters away, there I stand
Wishing you will see
But too afraid for a single glance
Few hundred of meters away, the distance between me and the magic in your hands

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Crossings

Step after step I pause
Thinking lift after lift
You should be beside me as I cross
I often thought of these things as part of our clause

Not a single plan that came across without you in my mind
For all the things I wish, you have aways been considered
And even with the last stroke of my wishing wand, I would give it up
You mean that much

And all the while I thought there’s nothing like our bond.

But step after step
You take a sideway glance
You are silently taking a path
Far away from where I stand

Creating plans after plans
As you march with a different band
Quietly seeking for things away
As you silently let go of my hand

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