we carry on the seal of our lips
the string of a many unspoken
meanings
that caress the stress of
our minds as we
spark every molecule that
resonate and collide
on the smooth of our palms when
they touch
we hold in our hearts
every beat that creates itself
for us
in circular motions, our emotions
they revolve and
recur
the rise and fall, they will continue to
shape us and shade our colours
until we are running in parallels
at full speed
we hold in the palm of
all that is us
eternity
and all that shines with it.
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