Fragile Infinity
The kiss was not loud—
not fireworks, not a storm—
but an infinite fragile thing,
a single pulse of eternity
that could shatter
if spoken of,
yet held us steady
in the tremor of knowing
we had crossed into each other’s world.
Fragile Infinity
The kiss was not loud—
not fireworks, not a storm—
but an infinite fragile thing,
a single pulse of eternity
that could shatter
if spoken of,
yet held us steady
in the tremor of knowing
we had crossed into each other’s world.
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