Sunday, July 10, 2011


Shut the world out with the closing of my eyes.
The clock ticks on, marking the passing of time.
Yet I worry not for you're here at my side,
and it's the warmth of your hand I feel here, held in mine.
There's something so pure, so subtle it can't be grasped.

Now the clock fades in the background.
Time's only marked by heart beats that pass.


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