Saturday 12 August 2017

SILENT ELOQUENCE



All things are not meant to be caged in words. 
Some just need to roam free

Maybe
You’d smell your fragrance upon my breath
Hear your name singing in my blood
Feel my heart beat, in sync with yours
And if that’s not explicit enough
Perhaps
You’d unravel the writing across the sky
By the mellifluous old-lace moon
As it melts away into the sea
Maybe
The soft murmur of the leaves
And tender whispers of the breeze
Would tell you wordlessly
How much you mean to me! 

MS




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