Tuesday, 8 September 2020

Coup de foudre

Picture by: Arul Aziz unsplash.com

I saw we saw

It was like 

A gentle seesaw 

The fluctuate

The oscillate

A primal state

Of grandeur

Each trading state

Each rise and fall

Each ripple sweet

A loving call

Taking turns

We jumped and leapt 

Our smiling eyes

Each other kept

Egging on

To greater heights

We shared the sways

On days and nights

Slowly as we levelled out

Balancing our days

The final smiles

Our soft implores

No more seesaws

Just closing doors

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