**Right to Your Heart**
'' A longing that the stars rehearse ''
I write these words to find your light,
A whisper sent through endless night.
No walls between, no space too wide,
I send my soul with every line.
Each word a bridge, a tender plea,
A longing that the stars rehearse.
The ink flows straight, unbent, uncurled,
Through tangled thoughts, through hidden worlds.
No need for armor, shields, or walls,
Just listen close when silence calls.
For every word, a piece of me,
Crosses the distance, wild and free.
And there it lands, soft and true—
A letter written straight to you.
About the Creator
Abbas
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