Morning turns to night
Long talks of getting to know
The denial of what you truly feel
The longing to hear you
The caress of your voice
The promise of companion
The care in that how are you
The checking of whereabouts
But let the time leads us
To where the time converge
No rush
No surrender
Only someday.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
