Reprieve

by Ruhig

Whispering

Shall we sit in silence for a moment
Even if it is infinity?
Allow me to scribe of you
What I see in my heart’s eye
And pass it sheepishly
Your way
Or
Whisper it softly as a breeze
Tickling your ear
Flushing your cheeks
With timid euphoria of words
Meant only for you.
Would such a way
Be unpleasant to pass the years?

 

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