Yours
Look up the stars,
when you think of me
A fleeting poignant
moment,
His laughter,
A beautiful symphony
That moment,
fingers brushing,
With the wind,
ephemeral, amidst
our voices, chattering
Years of twilight, yours.
Yours
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ππππ‘ππ. πΈπ ππππ‘πππ. ππππ’ππ’πππ‘.
Subtle and fascinating
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This is much appreciated! Thank you. π
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Beautiful!
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Thank you so much! π
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