By Dinara Jasinghe
In the labyrinth of my heart, I’ve lost my way,
Chasing a mirage that motions, day by day.
Fires touch, a scorching, heavy load.
A flame that burns towards endless, winding roads.
A quiet plea, a longing that won’t depart,
With hands of fear, I wear love’s secret heart,
With eyes of pain, I watch its bewildering art.
For in depths of silence, our souls collide,
The ache of love we cannot hide.
Unseen, unfelt, unremembered.
Like a hushed storm that rages deep within,
It’s the bittersweet agony of what might have been.
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