Stealing gazes

and pleasant kisses.

Humble remarks

and awesome wordings.

Glorious outings

and homebound memories.

Seated tightly

and gisting freefreely.

onward feelings

and daring mindclips.

Gentle paces

and scurried longings.

Buried hatred

and livid passion.

Mournful pleas

and tricky tickles.

With just a strike,

the clock struck 12

behind closed doors,

history was born.

2 thoughts on “Musings” by Maureen Alikor (@Wailingink)

  1. I like the flow especially. It makes for easy reading.
    I sense that what happened by 12 is the beginning of recreation….

    Nice read @wailingink

  2. Chimee221, thank you for reading. Yes, what happened at 12 is truly the beginning of recreation.

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