So Far Yet So Near

So Far Yet So Near short poem

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So far yet so near,
I can feel you even when you’re not there,
Yet I breathe in fear,
Like the end so near,

Seems like I just saw you,
So close, so clear,
I wish I could hold you,
Before I realise that you’re not here,

Together we stand in the enchanting rain,
So magical, so real,
But I stand alone, in an empty lane,
A moment of joy, I wish to steal,

Like the mist on a winter night,
That blurs everything clear,
I can feel you, even when you are not here,
So far, yet so near.

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Shamala Chandran

so far yet so near…in our thoughts ….nicely expressed in this poem.


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