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earshot Illustration of the Poem [ Artist ] Brooke Shaden

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Hanging time
when, by whispering, you talk to me
about little things you cherish
it’s so soothing…
All these scrumptious things in your mind
featuring a myriad of many-hued fish
so charmingly
it’s like the rhythm of heart waves
for a bathing
in the blue sky’s gleams undefined.
Sense of time
When, in the bright night, you talk with me
I can listen to you for hours
henceforth I know what your heart craves.
You that I have so often sought
through my nights that the day devours
and your mystery is for me
within earshot.

Inner’s time
when resounds your voice’s echo in me
it’s like listening to the rain
through a window
reinventing the ocean’s chant
it’s so calming…
The pure delicacy seems on my life to flow.
Comes flamboyancy in my brain
…Chills begin.

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