We are two tiny dots
In this expansive sea
But feels like there is
No other dots than you and me
Though we are far away
With no bridge in sight
I know we will be together
In the end, there will be light
So worry not my darling
Keep calling out my name
When we finally meet
This world won’t be the same
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This spells true love. beautiful.
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Mystery of hope
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I’m still looking for my dot. Good poem.
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Love, or optimism… or both?
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Sounds like a … — … coded message to me.
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I love your post
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