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The Hours

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The hours.

Ours.
Tick-tocking,

Marking time.

A nervous tic

That betrays

A yearning

To hold

Discloses a fear

Too real to feel

And hides, the

Overwhelming soulfulness

That begs to be noticed;

And stills when

Love’s gaze settles.

Singularly. Warmly.

All-encompassing.

You’re home.

The hours, now,
Ours.
28 September, 2017

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

One thought on “The Hours

  1. The Hours is filled with feelings
    Of Love’s delightful dealings
    Warmth envelopes
    Heartbeat gallops
    One of your gorgeousest gleanings!

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