💗Longing
Closely Apart
Nanda Regine
We. Almost. Had. It.We were close, like how the river sweeps through the valleysWe were as delicate as the rude awakening of snowflakes on the windowpanes and leavesBut like seasons, Time kept dancing with the watchTo an eternal tune, a theme of consistencyBut us...We could not dance along with themAs if we were a museum, 'You can see but not touch'But it will always be your river that will flow over my valleysEven if your snowflakes melt, they will be sliding down my windowpanes anywayThe hand of my feelings will always touch yoursBut I hope that the time we do not have, does not loosen your grip
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”