When One Is Missing One
When
One Is Missing One
When
One Is Missing One,
One
Breathes And Yet It Is Not All Air;
One
Breathes And Each Breathe Is The Fragrance Of One.
When
One Is Missing One,
One
Sleeps And Yet It Is Not A Deep Sleep;
One
Sleeps And The Sleep Is Full Of Dreams Of One.
When
One Is Missing One,
One
Lives And Yet It Is Not A Total Living;
One
Lives And The Living Is With The Memories Of One.
When
One Is Missing One,
One
Thinks And Yet It Is Not A Whole Story;
One
Thinks And Thinking Is About Only One.
When
One Is Missing One,
One
Exists And Yet It Is Not A Perfect Existence;
One
Exists And The Presence Is All For Only One.
When
One Is Missing One, One Loves One More;
Cause
One Knows One Loves One Too.
After
All Missing So Much Is Loving So Much.
PS
Loving More, Missing More.
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