Sixteen, Again

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In the midst of chaos,
In a private bubble,
Of time frozen,
There is a meet.

So many words,
Race to find an end,
But silence prevails,
Where smiles greet.

Hand be touched,
Or would a nod do,
Or the bubble be broken,
With turning feet?

Or be it possible,
To not stir at all,
Until the heart is full,
Until the moment is sweet.

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