Hidden
The stir of a love song
whispers across midnight,
blending times present-
times past,
punctuating the softness
of a silence belonging to memories
locked away,
hidden within heartbeats . . .
whispering a sudden longing
for a time before the time
when innocence pirouettes
on the moment of passion,
and all songs stop.
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