Moving, yet unmoved.
A stubborn mass of tangled thoughts,
Reddened, flushed and streaked with tears.
Yielding to his body's whims, but
Unyielding.
She looks on, helpless.
The drama ensues.
Till hesitantly,
She rises.
A thunderous clap reverberates.
And tears of anger,
Are replaced
With a silent tear of sorrow.
1 comment:
I like the tumbled mass of thoughts that make sense perfectly.
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