A sentence

I wish I could

write these words for you

to read or apprehend

but, you don’t like reading,

not more than a sentence

and my despair

cannot be contained,

in a mere sentence

but flows rumbling like

those thundering rivers, down

the mountains you never liked

with myriads of meandering streams

but you say, my love

I’m dry along the course

cause you love no mountains and rivers

Or me

I’ll never reach the sea

so I try and bury inside a sentence

Of 3 words and 8 letters

but you’ll never read them too

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