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Laconic Noor Jan 2019
As I lay on my bed to rest my body for awhile, I saw the view from my window. My thoughts travel miles to miles.

I gaze harder as the clouds move across my vision, the glimpse of the sunshine caressing my skin warmly
The trees are dancing with the rustling sound of the wind.

The gentle chilly breeze embraced me as I slightly open my window
Alone with my thoughts, I have this exquisite view for myself.
I feast my heart with the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia from our past memories until this very moment.

These things serves as you...
The warmth of your hand on mine
The mellifluous sound of your voice
The benevolent love you left in my heart.

As I realize everything bit by bit
Anyone can see the view from a window and be amaze by its beauty
But they can never see the sight from my window, for only you and I share the same memories
For only I can see it clearly
Because right now...
I’m the only one that has your love.
Laconic Noor Jan 2019
I guess the skies was au courant of your leaving that 4 a.m. it cried for me a nonchalant drops ushered with a thunder-like-heartbreak it seemed.
Laconic Noor Jan 2019
The stars was the spectators of the very first converge of our rims as the moon illuminates us with its glistening azure blush as it steals a peek through the clouds on occasions.
Laconic Noor Jan 2019
Firmament reflected in her eyes; leaves shading her face while some of the sunlight escapes through in-between; stealing a peck

Emitting a long-deep-audible breath like recapitulating the antiquity of her life’s melancholy

“I’m exhausted...” like the changing colour of autumn’s leaf.
Laconic Noor Jan 2019
No matter how heavy those chains you’re dragging behind you, always look forward that there’s a powerful and merciful God that’s always ready to lift you up and will never judge you by the weights of those chains you carry.

Never move forward alone for no one is going to catch you when you get weary. Always walk with God no matter how short or long the length of your journey.
#ShabbathShalom!
#7thday
#Gen.20:8
Laconic Noor Jan 2019
We got together, we reminisce the past
We laughed of our innocence
We saw something that cannot be uttered from each other’s eyes

You kept everything shut to protect but still, you spoke by actions with such gentleness

There are things we understood without words
There are things that should stay hidden forever inside our treasure box
Something that we would not let anyone to touch
It’ll never grow yet it’ll never fade

behind words we kept it precious
That stays unspoken for eternity
Laconic Noor Jan 2019
--Petrous lorn heart; grant an augury in nighttime moonbroch- crying for its lost pieces.
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