Friday, March 19, 2021


Long lost lovers sit by,

On the cliff, serene.

Words are lost, love at the cliff

Meaningless words rather

Meaning is of the mind,

Rest are sounds,

That binds and rewinds.

Words never mean,

For love is boundless.

Too elegant for a pen and paper

To bind the sound of silence.

Deep love, is just of soundless,

For sound is futile, oh love,

In the play of silence.

Silence in depth, yet to explore

When in love, I explode!

It's just ecstasy, not a drug

But stoned forever.

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