A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Treasure

Liquid treasure
Stored for ages-
Mellowed, yet holding
The Sting.

Only with you
Could I share it.
For only you could
Know, the value…
For no one else
Could even make me
Want to try…
For, no one else
Was deserving too…

Your tenderness
The gentleness
Of your quiet question:

Why are you holding it in?

When you read
The pain,
In my eyes..
Was enough.

Trembling, in your arms,
My head tucked into your shoulder,
I can only let you
Soak it too..

That treasure:

Now as much yours…

22 April, 2008

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A re-post again 🙂 Till the muse visits again 🙂

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