(Well this is a dedication to my mom dearest who keeps me going through everything in life)
The warmth of that hand cools my burns
The depth of that stare touches me deep inside,
In the voice of that silence, I search my peace.
I ride along knowing two steps behind she stands,
The absence of her presence holds me tight,
The miles of distance bring us nearer,
and all along the journey she quietly sits,
knowing that in the voice of that silence I search my peace.
Gushing with energy to calm me down, she becomes the fresh water stream,
swirling around my life, clearing the mess
knowing all along that in the voice of that silence I will always search my peace.
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2 comments:
I like simplicity in this post. Even though its completely at the discretion of the writer, I wanted to read more! :-)
More shall come, be patient baccha
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