Thou here with me Just a call away, Yet, I couldn't feel thee, Thy presence in any way. Incapable to acknowledge The barrier, void or may be... Is it a barren, our love? O darling, miss being "happy, happy dove"! Are we, in adversity, lost? Or is this begin'g of chaos? Neither frighten'd nor worried, In hope and wait, is our fate buried. Palm so firm As mountain in storm, Hand on hand shall we grasp This is how mess we pass! Mr.Nyato ©Mr Nyato #LostorChaos
