Out of reach and connection,
Thousand miles away.
Essence of real perfection,
Sneaked in and here’s to stay.
Seems like has always been near,
Though several borders across.
So it would strongly appear,
Be it a gain or a loss.
How would one do without,
All of these years along?
Even the busiest crowd
Makes you feel truly alone.
Yes, the proximity matters,
But, not in a practical term,
Sometimes the points are scattered,
And the connection is strong.
Presence is never unnoticed,
More so when things are astray.
Rumors would have it and gossip:
Here is now to stay.
Sometimes distance separates bodies, but never hearts. There are connections that defy borders, time, and circumstance and once they find their way into our lives, they somehow feel as though they have always been there. A poignant reminder that the rarest kind of closeness is not always the one we can physically reach, but the one we can never truly imagine being without.
Eltchin, you are Genius.
Иногда тысячи миль это всего лишь расстояние. А связь гораздо сильнее
Расстояние лишь физика , как и множество физических тел окружающие нас. Либо мы друг для друга кто-то , либо никто. А если есть значимость , то никакое расстояние не имеет дистанции между двух уз. Зачастую даже не имея физической дистанции , она бывает колоссальной, от того и веет одиночеством…