Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Poem of the day

When you are with everyone but me, 
                                                 you're with no one. 
When you are with no one but me, 
                                                 you're with everyone. 
Instead of being so bound up with everyone, 
                                                 be everyone,
When you become that many, you're nothing. 
                                                 Empty. 




I interpret these verses as a words to the lover. Reemphasizing the importance of the poet's presence but, the last lines seem so profound.


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