Distance
Distance, by miles, can be a thorn;
But by thoughts, how can it be borne?
But by thoughts, how can it be borne?
The fabric of all there is
Like little waves on a calm lake Came little waves of joy Like little pauses in music Came little stings of pain Together they made a pattern On the fabric of my life If I could look from far away It'll form a nice quilt
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Thoughts give nothing, no gain, just pain
So let the distance forever remain!