The Hidden

As the sun sets
You hold me,
lost in your own world.
outside it nothing matters.
right next to me, side by side
i hold your hand in mine
like a broken bird.
only opening mine to kiss yours
venturing into your soal
every movement allows me closer
you rest your head
on the edge of my sholder
uniting mine with yours

poem by Damien Weber
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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