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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