— a poem of potpourris.

Motionless

Amongst all the havocs, chaos, and riots, we need this. For now, I’ll savor every minute.

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We rest our heads beneath
the starry canvas of the night.
In-between the betweens,
and the ever-restless shores.

We ease our minds with
the infatuating solace imbued
with an irreplaceable warmth;
by holding each other tight.

We close our eyes and
our troubled soul
whilst we make way for home;
where our arms would entwine.

And when tomorrow sets us apart,
I send my love for your way.