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