ours
it must be tiring
to be in a world
full of talk
and gesture
fights
and
pouts
nights
of sleeplesness
perhaps
you could pay
a visit
to "ours"
where only
two sets of eyes
talk
roll
laugh
dance
their lips
set in thin
lines
with
mirth
silence
lapping
of the
beautiful kind
that hits your eardrums
and you pray
the echoes
of it
lasted
forever
merging with the river
into your heart.
_________
©VioletEden
16thFebruary2017
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