The wind sighs softly, calling my name,
Like a memory lingering, never the same.
Shadows stretch thin as the daylight bends,
We’re caught in the middle where silence mends.
Your eyes are rivers, deep and still,
Holding a peace that time can’t kill.
Hands in the air, we dance through the day,
Twirling in rhythms that words can’t say.
Moments flicker like stars in the night,
Here, in this heartbeat, everything’s right.
Time slips by, but we don't let go,
In the quiet spaces, love continues to grow.
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Great work, indeed. :)
Admiring the rhymes u have between the lines, "Shadows stretched thin as the daylight bends, we're caught in the middle where silence mends", This in my opinion, describes about love, when you say "your eyes like a river, holding peace that time cant kill"