It has been 14 months
Of love and promises.
It has been 427 days
Of laughter and smiles.
It has been 10,248 hours
Of longing to get near.
It has been 614,880 minutes
Of missing the touch of your lips.
It's the total of 36,892,800 moments of our lives
Counted in seconds.
Numbers are mere notes
An ensemble of our gratified souls.
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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...
