07 December, 2011

when change arrives

It’s silent,
their love.
with endless possibilities,
hidden in stolen glances,
on tinted cheeks,
frozen hands,
to freeze time.

It’s a river,
their life.
changing, flowing,
gurgling with joy,
attaining depths,
rushing on shallow lands,
heading to a destination,
by etching 
its own course,
with frozen hands,
to freeze time.

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