my turn

my world kept swirling and i was breathless
catching my next before finishing the last
and all it took (still)
was the touch of your hand
(Softly, as not to disturb any fleeting feelings)
and i become calm.
(like the branches swaying softly to the night breeze)

I woke up to the warmth of your hand
(softly, as a matter of factly) clasped in mine.

Author: angparaluman

a poster girl with no poster staying on the safe side of the road less traveled.

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