Dancing with Differences
If your eyes were the map of your soul, I am sorry, when I look back now, your eyes were always strangers to me. Lands I couldn't root deep into.... Oceans I couldn't dive into... Languages I couldn't speak... Have I really known you? Maybe I didn't. Maybe we were meant to be with each other Without knowing each other. When we both were blooming into us. The fish and the bird Out of water and sky. Bound by a tiny moment of transformation. Lost in translation.