You and me
two love birds with no nest
We keep flying, searching for a destination
but every land we touch feels too small
too cracked
too imperfect
for wings like ours
Maybe the destination is not a place
Maybe the destination is this searching
with you
Maybe it is beyond the search
Destination for us is a utopia
Working as a compass
For every wanderer
The place where we feel
the heartbeat of every
soul
The moment we are aware
of
the rhythm of emptiness
That is the place
Where lovers unite into One
Like a drop of water
Surrenders its limited truth
For serene bliss
That is the time
We pervade in each-other
And remain empty
As infinite sky

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