that silence..

she watched him,

swaying in the crowd.

his infectious smile filling up her lungs.

she watched. for,

she was a poet 

of the fallen hearts.

ready to lose her own.

if only.

unaware, he walked the streets,

and she walked behind.

just a few steps away.

and when they sat at the table,

he touched her hand.

frozen in her memory,

is that moment still.

and seemingly slow,

their gazes met.

and locked up in time,

she ceased to be.

and not a word was spoken to

fill up that silence.

his tranquil eyes,

revealed nothing.

and her unsure heart,

let out a secret prayer.

for that silence to consume their being.

she felt safe in that

guarded moment of unspoken desires.

a memory to forever be defined,

by the unmade promises.

she held on to, and wished for,

that silence to linger,

just a little longer.

◄ yellow

dream ►

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Lory Gaur

Fri 27th Dec 2013 14:35

Great! :)

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Tommy Carroll

Fri 27th Dec 2013 14:33

Lory, content at the simultaneous loss and finding of and in another is a find! I shall use it. ;)

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Lory Gaur

Fri 27th Dec 2013 14:19

and yet you feel content.
hi tommy :)

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Tommy Carroll

Fri 27th Dec 2013 14:14

It seems that there always seems to be loss in the finding... hi Lory, Tommy

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Lory Gaur

Fri 27th Dec 2013 12:29

thank u :)

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Gray Nicholls

Fri 27th Dec 2013 11:32

there is a frozen element in this big style.

i like this as it doesn't drag the point out.

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