SHARING OF LOVE

A little distance can result for feeble gain or nothing,

Across the open wave pages, viruses are accompanying,

Sunlight may be deprived of loving sense, rot of skin,

And I have to face the question:

What is love it means from a distance?

Starting at talks, I am facing a battle for love, so long

I cannot touch the loving tide, far away from its shadow,

As if my feeling goes down with white sheets of love

And I am clear I am late to feel the breathing earth

That has some sweating and feeling in cloud sense of love,

And I have to think the loss of possibility than secured one

In my love trip, a careless choice I make of random selection.

And the answer may be “We take nothing what we share.”