How is it possible that even to this day, I still remember your way?
Your way of making me laugh touches the deepest corner of my heart.
I linger in those feelings in every pulse, dragged through silence, through painful calls.
They echo softly through empty halls like distant steps along forgotten walls.
I'm not sure why or how it came, but every chill that runs through my body feels the same.
I feel a touch...a whisper, gentle and tame, softly calling out my name.
Then a breeze passes, almost in shame, and suddenly nothing feels the same. Because deep inside, I quietly see perhaps it's you thinking of me.
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Ina Zeneli
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Wow! "This poem really made me hang on every word. Wow. Every word and every sentence is full of strong emotion, meaning, and inspiration. Truly, what is experienced with true passion and tender, substantial love is never forgotten. I read it three times and hesitated to comment. I hope you like it a little."