This Heart

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It’s been around
This heart
Patched,
Parts stitched,
A tapestry
Woven, still
Weaving.
A tapestry
Of colours
The grey of grief,
The gold of grace,
Passion’s purple
And love?
Its blush?
Now I am
Realising, I have
Crossed the line,
The threshold
Where I crave
The silver
Of silence
That space
Between words
That pause, before
Your kiss
That moment
Of suspense
Before release
Time, stilled
Suspended
Before succumbing
Into the oblivion
That is not
Oblivious
To silence
And,
In the stillness
Of silence
My heart,
This heart
Beats, in
Silence

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