The strength in the wait,
held out a hand in a veil,
the whispers in the wind sway,
a gripping chill, sails,
**
A string of air,
resting over time,
longing for a touch,
**
She hails,
**
About the Golden Stairs,
leaping and flashing,
in and around the holding aisles, ringing,
"Your presence felt stronger than ever,
Check the stove and then sit for work!
I am sorry,
If I don't stay,
..........
It is time!
It is time to go,
Take care."
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"What's that sound?"
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-------Tring----- Tring -------------
"Hello"
"baby...she....."
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" Oh! That's my mom's sandals,
"Under the bed."
About the Creator
Parvathi J
Through my pages, I find the quiet complexities of pain dwelling in a solitary space, burdening life’s endless demands, and unburdening the voiceless noise.
Witnessing the questioning, I speak the deeper silence of my voice.
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