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You know how you see couples walking along quiet cobbled streets or along the silent flowing river or under the yellow hue of street lights, hands intertwined as if performing a mating dance, while looking into each others' eyes as if decoding the subtle message being transmitted from their partner's soul. Have you noticed how their bodies seem totally in harmony with each other and how deep eye-squinting smiles take almost forever to fade like the colour out of the red shirt in the sun - slowly and almost unnoticed. In the semi darkness that envelopes them, their eyes are usually locked in a happy embrace and the dark circles in their eyes gets wider. Every now and again, there's a tender touch that breaks the flow of whispered words and punctuates muffled blissful laughs. In such moments when I see these couples I search the corners of my spleen for a drop of a similar memory and imagine how it would feel to hold hands with someone along quiet cobbled streets or along the silent flowing river or under the yellow hue of street lights.
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Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 5:04 AM UTC
The Longing
You know how you see couples walking along quiet cobbled streets or along the silent flowing river or under the yellow hue of street lights, hands intertwined as if performing a mating dance, while looking into each others' eyes as if decoding the subtle message being transmitted from their partner's soul. Have you noticed how their bodies seem totally in harmony with each other and how deep eye-squinting smiles take almost forever to fade like the colour out of the red shirt in the sun - slowly and almost unnoticed. In the semi darkness that envelopes them, their eyes are usually locked in a happy embrace and the dark circles in their eyes gets wider. Every now and again, there's a tender touch that breaks the flow of whispered words and punctuates muffled blissful laughs. In such moments when I see these couples I search the corners of my spleen for a drop of a similar memory and imagine how it would feel to hold hands with someone along quiet cobbled streets or along the silent flowing river or under the yellow hue of street lights.
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Ghanaian
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 5:04 AM UTC
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