“Every heart sings a song, incomplete until another heart whispers back.”
~Plato
I had it all imagined,
several times in my head,
how the wind will feel,
how the time will freeze,
at what angle the sun will
reflect our shadows on
the grass,
what music will echo,
who among folks will disappear,
and who will stay hidden
behind the scenes,
but, as the moment is
approaching,
I feel a tinge in my heart,
a flutter, more like an
elation,
I don’t want it,
or I want it more,
am I afraid or
just blissful?
am I carved of wood
or do I still have a heart>
a secret wish for itto never come to a pass…
a whole winter has lapsed
since and now, and yet,
somehow it feels like the
spring is just beginning.
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