The Peace of Being Together
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In the space between your arms there is peace,
a still, gentle calm,
time is measured by the beats of your heart,
and the rise and fall of your chest.
Peace.
Rare as hens teeth,
but you give it with ease.
In return for a smile,
and my threadbare heart.
About the Creator
S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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