Through The Glass

courtesy: Marta Bevacqua

Through the glass I see you,
Your smile forms a part of my soul,
Your eyes resemble morning dew
But i don’t feel complete or whole…

Through the glass I see you,
That faint voice of yours
Feels unheard but absolutely true
Feels justified but completely sore…

The glass appears too strong to break
Also doesn’t crack on hitting with my shoe
My assurance too seems fake
As through the glass, I see you…

This transparent barrier can’t divide us,
To my senses you will always be new,
And our love will prosper even without us,
As through the glass, I see you…


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