You can't hide love.
Love doesn't have an embodiment
Love isn't perceived in tangible ways.
You can't descry love one summer afternoon.
And lose sight of it like a golden deer in the forest
Love is a constant tenderness.
That manifests itself in every action.
It's a constant pull that drags you across seven seas.
Love is a hunch
You can't have assimilation.
You know when you are loved
Just words will never suffice.
You don't have to dissect every action
Love is a warmth you can feel
The air you can breathe only if you let go
Love isn't a discrete thing you can shove into your pocket
And hide
Hricha
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Fragments
PoetryFor there are fragments of you obscured in my poetries Remains of you suspended in my silence Words that mean different things to different people... Just fragments of my thoughts compiled.
