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In the quiet of a night so still,
A thought drifts softly, as it will,
Like a breeze that sweeps the autumn leaves,
It finds a mind where silence weaves.
A fleeting glance, a whispered word,
Echoes faint, though never heard,
Across the void where dreams entwine,
Two hearts linger, undefined.
A shadowed presence, always near,
Yet never close enough to hear,
The secret pulse of hidden dreams,
That flows beneath the starlit beams.
Each moment carries, like the wind,
A trace of something left behind,
Unspoken truths in quietude,
Where thoughts in darkness gently brood.
But in the stillness, something stirs,
A knowing glance, a silent blur,
As if the world, in all its scheme,
Conspired to thread this wistful dream.
Two souls adrift in mirrored light,
They wander through the endless night,
Unseen, unknown, yet ever near,
Bound by threads both thin and clear.
And so, they dance, in shadow’s play,
With words unspoken, kept at bay,
For what is felt is seldom shown,
In minds where thoughts are seeds unsown.
But in the depths of quiet thought,
A connection forms, untangled, fraught,
A knowing smile, a gentle nudge,
That leaves the heart with quietudge.
A fleeting sense, a whispered word,
Echoes faint, though never heard,
Across the space where shadows twine,
Two souls linger, undefined.
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Beautifully written John 😊
Thank you very much! I’m glad you enjoyed it. Have a great night, Laura! 😎
Same to you 😊 🙏 enjoy your night