It wasn’t love,
not really—
just the way you stirred your coffee
like the storm outside
wasn’t worth worrying about.
And I,
sitting across from you,
learned that silence
can be warm
when shared with
the right kind of quiet.
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Malik Kashif
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I write because my heart tells me to, I read because I love stories that make my eclectic soul happy. I'm an Artist, Writer , Animal lover, traveller and free spirit
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