for J....

I am glad
having said
i could have loved you more...
it is sad
when love withers
due to your suns
when the desert bears more sands
because you hated more
about dreams of waters
rains are strangers
and the caravan of camels
are trains of thoughts
traveling at night
and not knowing what days are...

i am an oasis
and i have no place for you anymore
the leaves of my date palms
do not recognize your songs
anymore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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