We don't speak with words.
We speak with gentle brushing of shoulders,
a look across the room, a door opened,
a smile as we pass each other,
a racing heart as I see you coming up the driveway.
There is power in silence,
and while we don't say a word,
we both know we only want each other.
YOU ARE READING
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Puisithis is the recipe of life said my mother as she held me in her arms as i wept think of those flowers you plant in the garden each year they will teach you that people too must wilt fall root rise in order to bloom - rupi kaur
