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even the wind,
a delicate art, can feel my heart.
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a lingering l u l l a b y
whispers low,
and syllables
fall -
tracing
your name upon poetic lips.
and while your love is felt
across a myriad of miles,
i’m
( collecting echos )
because . . .
the wind knows,
my heart
is
missing you.
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~ when our moments are just out of reach ~
Monday November 24th, 2025- Poem of the Day