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An unfinished sentence in lover's eyes......

Amidst squirrels, butterflies
and other things that lie
in the park
They sat beneath the goolar tree
away from the city’s spree.

They watched
goolars bitten by squirrels
& dancing butterflies over the flowers.
They talked, giggled
talked too much
then fell quite and
held each other tight.

swiftly, sun in the sky turned orange
Birds returned home chirping
It was time for them to return too.

While they packed the
Empty lunch box and
empty bottles and love unbound.
squirrels came by
and ate the left over pieces
 of chocolate pie-
they baked together
 with love last night.

She said bye
His eyes left something
half said .

When she laid on her bed
In the night
and shut her eyes
his wide eyes came close by
eyes said something
that created tumult and tranquility
at the same time.

She couldn’t read his eyes
things that remained unsaid
But smiled and she slept
with an unfinished sentence in his eyes.






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