it's a tiny sliver, a wisp, a hope...
it started with a passing glance, a brush of the fingers, a few casually uttered words... slowly, slowly...
a tingle at the nape of the neck, a flutter in the breath, a frisson down the back...
a quickening of the heart, a dizzyness in thought... faster, faster...
meeting, meshing, melding
now a little sliver
very little, very very little
but strong.
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the sliver is yet so strong, willing to break all bonds. the sliver lives on forever..
The sliver slashes your face, leaving you with an ever-so-little slit of a smile, turned inwards.
Others look upon you and wonder: "Now what is that story behind that tiny upturned line?"
But the line knows no reality other than looking within, and that treasured, secret little smile widens in the mind, and there alone.
Till it is time. Till it is time.
beautifully said, pyl and pb, beautifully said.
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