in the lifes long race
happy we are,
with few unspoken words,
seperated by,
neither time or distance.
when we pant and gasp,
our breathing space
is filled with endearments,
in soft and soothing tones,
with whisps of loving words.
our unspoken togetherness,
and seperations
to be together,
are the milestones of our love.
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An interesting write, where words sleep in complete silence, where seperations are embracing the togatherness, enjoyed the theme and thought form!