Nothing more than an infatuation (2)

Feel the beauty of this poem and here comes nostalgia…

Self-Love and Self-Deprecation

We pass each other
In the fields
Stealing gazes away

We pretend and we hide
Our feelings in the air
From the clearing to the clouds

We see each other
Yet pretend to unsee
We greet each other
Yet unwilling to meet
At the end of the day
And the beginning of the night

Your smile reaches your eyes
And then meet mine
Nods of the heads
Shaking of the knees

Here we are
At the beginning of the end
Or the end of the beginning

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