Breaths of Time
In the pit of my ample bosom, my heart beats slowly yet it stirs at the sound of your voice. I miss it. The deep vibrato is laced with the rhythmic pace only known to skilled orators. I would pay money to record the riffs of your vocal progressions. The memories of our conversations are skipping memories that unwind through the breathes of time. I celebrate their staying power.
Love always, Esha ❤
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