Tell me where our love shall go?

All my sighs, all my regrets spread in space
Back to the air, where air is their nature
The tears are fluids, dropping to the river
Have flown to the sea, its source and mother
But my love, this love that refuses to die
Where shall it go? Tell me, where?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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