Yearning for things and beings
we can't reach and embrace
burn hotter than for those
we can touch and make ours.
Time would dilute the joy
of those embraces, make
them common and ordinary
the sights longed for.
But what can't be reached,
what lies beckoning in
the horizon or in our dreams,
time can't dilute our yearning
for them, as our feet will
never walk those soils, never
hold those hands, touch those
lips, gaze at those vistas.
That's their magic, the power
of their spell they have cast
upon us. Unreachable
is unbreakable.
16.07.2024
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