This love is so silent….
It aches;
Plunges me to ride the tides of passion.
It is morose and morbid
At the lack of deeper intimacy.
It roars;
When confronted with my fears.
It sings;
At the festivals of togetherness.
It mocks;
At the futility of the inflated ego.
It grows;
Though barely visible and clear.
It must be in the here and now;
That it remains so delicately concealed
Within Layers
Like a shining Jewell…
This love is so silent
and yet
IT IS ALL I HEAR…..
@p.k
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