||A Harsh Distance||

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I feel adrift, questioning our very existence

The time zones separate us like night and day,

Yearning for closeness in a world of disarray

I ache for you, my zawja, with unwavering doubt,

Hoping for a future where we can break out

Our love, once vibrant, now fades into the past,

Haunted by shadows that forever cast

In the depths of separation's relentless peak,

We grasp for a love we can no longer seek

Tears fall freely as we navigate this crushing low,

Our hearts heavy with the weight of what we can't know

The Light in Her PoetryOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora