Sunday, 9 October 2011


I cannot see through

the hole of your pupil 
nor read the lines of your palm 
I don't know your emotion 
if you're frustrated, shy or calm
I cannot hear your whisperings 
that stroll from heart to brain
I don't know if you see me the same.

I don't know what you're thinking 
when you half smile like that
I don't know how to pick up intonations 
of your voice in simple chat
I don't know how you dream 
or if you dream of me.
But I know I always wonder 
whether I'll solve your mystery.

Oh and for the title :)

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