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K Balachandran Jun 2017
I would trust a word,
only when I could
go beyond it's
crusty outer shell,
fleshy girth, as well
and feel the heart
pulsating, making
red blood coursing
through the veins
speaking earnest truth
as heart beats,
what makes all words
other than this one
redundant, for that
moment in time,
stops my heart
with wonder,happiness
grief or ebullience
or many a other shades
when I intimately
knows that word.
Alice R-P Jun 2015
I can hear its voice,
It is pulsating, yet so soft.
I apprehend the message,
It calls out to me and You.

It will be hard, I know,
But I have to go through the passage,
And allow myself to be vulnerable,
To experience feelings anew.

— The End —