What He Said

Kuruntokai 237

The heart, knowing
no fear,
has left me
to go and hold my love
but my arms,
left behind,
cannot take hold.

So what's the use?

In the space between us,
murderous tigers
roar like dark ocean waves,
circling
in O how many woods
between us
and our arms' embrace?
Author of original: 
Allur Nanmullai
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