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These years are ours

Showing him smiling from my phone screen,

Letting me say everything without interrupting,

He let my words free from my soul, honestly.

Those words I know sometimes are vaguely said,

They mean a lot to my world as well.

In the darkness I reckon about them,

But now he let them free from myself.

I kiss him like a blossom that’s found,

From miracles of life, divinely sound.

I see him and I feel grounded to love,

I know someday we have to leave us for our peoples.

So I feel him through my mobile screen,

A little more sometimes, a little closer,

To collect all of him in my heart,

so my heart could still remember.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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