Whispers of a Heart
I speak in quiet whispers,
Of dreams the night can hold,
Of love that lingers softly,
In stories left untold.
The moonlight paints my silence,
With strokes of gentle grace,
Each shadow holds a memory,
Each star a familiar face.
I walk the line of longing,
Between the lost and known,
Yet in this tender silence,
I find I’m not alone.
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