There isn’t a story
left to write...
But for those eyes,
and the lores
hiding behind those lashes.
Scores and scores of scrolls
unfurl as I loosen
your knot;
you let my trepid
lips doodle on your fret;
and notes rise high,
towards the creator’s bow.
I find my story there,
there in your eyes.
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