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I WHISPER TO YOU
“The evening had surrendered to the quiet embrace of twilight, the sky a soft canvas of fading hues. Trees stood as shadows against the horizon, their silhouettes etched in stillness. A silver thread of moonlight spilled across the waves, weaving the realms of reality and reverie. In that sacred stillness, words rose unbidden, fragile and eternal, carried on the breath of the night.”
I whisper to you:
“With you, it feels like the wind—
Unseen, unbound, yet endlessly kind.”
Your gaze, a flame both fierce and free,
Writes silent verses in eternity.
Did you forget? My heart still dreams,
Of echoes carried on love’s streams.
The night, once tangled, now unwinds,
In your light, my soul resigns.
I know the ache, the breaking soul,
How shadows linger, take their toll.
Yet love endures, with wings to fly,
Through tempest winds, toward your sky.
Your eyes, an ocean—boundless, deep,
A tide that holds, where secrets sleep.
Within their depths, I am whole,
A flower reborn, a mended soul.
Are you a dream? A fleeting glow?
A trace of stars, or truths I know?
Are you eternal, or just the rain—
A moment lost, then found again?
I ca
In waking worlds or hearts that hide.
But you are mine, my steadfast grace,
A love no time or storm could erase.