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| By lauthiamkok | ||||||
| 06 April 2008 | ||||||
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It's a free verse 'poem' maybe...? Any grammar flaws please do let me know many thanks :-) Being with you is being in the same country with you, living in one country with you. However I am alone now, you are everywhere in the country, you become everything; the passages, the buildings, the monuments, the ruins; the trees, the fields, the rivers, and the mountains; the language that belongs here; the voice from the passer-bys; the accents they speak; you diffuse into them. However I am alone now, as far as I live in the same country with you I am being with you everyday. Walking through this city I remember I used to turn around and smile when I heard your voice calling my name keenly through the stranger sea. Every time I heard I learned it by heart. But many times now I hear many familiar voices say my name as they used to and I still turn around and smile only every time when I do the only voice that I do miss in the familiar stranger sea is yours. I do not wish to go across the borders of this country however we are separated by the passages, the buildings, the monuments, the ruins; the trees, the fields, the rivers, and the mountains that make borders and counties; by imagining you living on the other side of the same country, however we are separated, on this side of the country, every time I glance, every time I look upon the same sky we share I fall for you. There are many places we said we wanted to go to together when we were young but it's only that hill I managed to walk up - by myself. Many nights I reached its top to watch its unchanging valley where it kept a wish of mine that we might come together to walk this hill and going to a place where we could rest our head like the house I return to every night with my fatigued body. Now I don't go to that hill anymore because I am old and you are gone far away, only I will try to look for it from my window or others' where I can see many hills, houses, fields, ruins, and trees, and I cannot find that hill of course, but only look in the distance and all these distances become the place I run to when the dark rises, when I want your ghost to come to warm my winter sky and watch my summer stars.
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