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“Ever has it been that love knows not

its own depth until the hour of separation.”

Kahlil Gibran



Wait with me

for a while;

I would not waste your time.



Wait with me

while twilight twists

in bashful gestures,



and the sun pouts

in retaliation.



Wait with me

while I sing my song,

while I weep

when rules are broken.



Wait with me

while I fly

for the both of us.



I do not know

whether we win or lose,

but this I know;



when I ask myself how

we came so far,

it is because, for a time,

our wings were wounded.