I Know Why You Are Following Me...

perhaps you see that we have
many things in common

something is twisted and yet
so beautiful still to follow

white hair when all the hair
becomes white reminds us about

the snow of our lonely imaginations
something cold and haunting

something pains us but redeems us
sometimes all the paradox explains

this doubt clarifies what has been
too disturbing and it is in the middle

of so much noise that we appreciate
the tiny silence of our hearts.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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