Strangers, strangers?
She had found sanctuary in those pages
And He had found heaven in her palms.
Yet introverts they were,
To unknown destinies were they bound.
Her thoughts would spiral into words,
Delicate whispers coaxing the ground.
He wouldn't be the only witness
To the serenity of her musings,
For icor is revered by everything around.
Copyright © Bommi Shivani | Year Posted 2024
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