Folded Arms

As the sun escaped the grasps of prying eyes,

I found myself in awe of thy folded arms;

I lost my breath in the silhouette of ecstatic cries,

No two heart beats as we become singular in folded arms.

The shrieks, hoots and wind came at still,

The crowds, chaos and gunshots all at ease;

There are no cries, wailing, or shrill,

In thy folded arms I found my deepest peace.

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