The gentle continuous rhythm
grew into impetuous pulsating waves
espying a sudden outburst of iridescent hues
while reaching into each other’s depth

We bestrode the whirlwind blast
in intuit there’s no space left between us
as we reached the lofty summit
and conceded at last

©Winnie, Musings

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Eunoia prompts November 2019

Prompt 9: No space left between us