Muffled Harmony

You speak to me
as bright as winter’s glow
catching each breath of snow
I take in dearly;

You speak to me
as though the sun had set
for the stars to shine free,
as though rainbow’s end
weren’t fantasy;

You speak to me
like how chains clink
off of prisoner’s wrist,
leaving marks of sentence
but none of his regrets;

You speak to me
like those of artworks in a gallery
an incomprehensible picture
none ever understood
but you and me;

You spoke
like nobody ever did,
and with those mem’ries I’ll keep
’til tremors of thunder
no longer
muffled our harmony.

12.9.17

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Author: Danica Aquino

Tied the knot with performing arts since fourth grade; is an amateur writer (currently on her quest to writing her first novel); book and animal lover; always entranced by nature.

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