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two people together
they are so much alike
they like the same kind of things
like swimming or riding a bike
they share a closeness that's so special
and rare
when they out together others carn't help but look and stare
they fit together so well
they go together hand in hand
a quote that was once hard to understand
as people see their closeness
they agree and beging to nod
they just like two peas in a pod.
Copyright © diane christian | Year Posted 2009
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Why don’t we go together hand in hand? And I shall become tired
on the way, you and I, plop down on the roadside together,
look each other in the face and take an undisturbed long rest.
Or if you shall become weary, I sit beside you by the solitary lane,
and when the sun goes down over the western horizon, you and I,
pillowed an arm under the head to calm our thousand emotions
crowded mind.
When the nights pile up high [It doesn’t affect on you
or me, if the nights were moon, or the stars, or the clouds,]
the pile of the nights turns into dews. And when dawning sun
visits us stepping the dews, it is the time, without look back,
we must go a vagabond’s way as if we were ousted by the whip
of the cruel persecutor, as if we were driven out by the heartless mobs
flinging stones.
We go the way though aimlessly
we walk with the weather as it develops to:
if it rains, soaking wet from the rain water for all day,
if the wind rises, beaten by the blowing wind for all day long.
Although in times I wished to be a shimmering heat wave
ascending in air on one of those pleasant sunny day and cross
over the hill yonder, and walk on the plain lays in other side of the hill.
However it doesn’t matter any more, if I would cross the hill and walk
on the plain lays in other side or not because we must live through
our lives as they are and to our way as we are:
if you become a piece of drifting cloud as day grows,
a current of water I become,
if you become a fog in the dusk, the drips of drizzle I become
as night deepens in the strange land where I roam.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015