In our foreign travels,
we are both like migrant words.
Beyond imagination and understanding,
Far from the grammar, Beyond the dictionary
After all, you and I are just words
Heartbeats breathe in words
Anxious for new meaning
In a dense dictionary
Eyes turn the clouds page by page
Sometimes turning the pages of flowers
Smelling the secret of fragrance
Sometimes asking the Surname and titles
The unknown secret of their tireless flow
We both are like migrant words
Impatient and restless
Residents of the heart
Names Like words
Play on the soft ground of lips
Words grow, nurturing from the pores of affection
To become part of time in time
Like a part in a part
Words live
Just as the homeland remains contained in a foreign land
Just as your sense of life resides within me
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 @vikbuddy
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