
Stay six feet apart is what they say.
Yet, when I look up, I still feel your gaze touch mine.
When I sing to the sky, the rain will caress me.
In daydreams, clouds are my own to hold.
When I look up, the thought in your mind wraps around mine.
I try to stay six feet apart, but the Unsigned Writer will not let me be.
No space apart, even as I sleep.
Poems beneath the pillows and poems above the moon.
Quiet as can be, in the corner of the song, but the sound touches my motivation.
How is it that I can stay six feet apart from what it is that creates the breeze?
I have forgotten myself in these wonderful lands of flowers and books.
If I sail the seven seas, the salt of many lands still touch my nose.
If I ran into the woods, the leaves will come and say hello.
Stay six feet apart is what they say.
Yet, when I look up, I still feel your gaze touch mine.
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Wonderful poem lilin 👍🤝
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Thank you! I appreciate you and your time.
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So beautifully penned. I felt those lines. ❣️
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Thank you. I am so happy to hear that my words could reach you. 💙
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A wonderful pandemic poem, full of longing and romance.
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Thank you, Benjamin. I love how you always connect with the emotions in poetry.
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Welcome. It’s a treat to read your words and thoughts.
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That is very kind.
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