Monday 20 November 2017

I SPEAK TO YOU


Incessant conversations
Often without words
In locked gazes
Tangled thoughts
Soft gossamer whorls
But sometimes I write
And every heartbeat
Becomes a verse
An etching upon souls
Of time worn whispers
I wonder...if you'll ever know
How all your breaths
Brushing my lips
Become poems, unfurled!


MS




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