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Whispers of a silent heart
She is a quiet garden at dusk,
where my words fall like seeds, waiting for her touch to bloom.
her response is not in words
but in a single heartbeat,
a soft glow like stars
barely visible in the twilight.
she moves like a butterfly,
hesitant yet near, ...
where my words fall like seeds, waiting for her touch to bloom.
her response is not in words
but in a single heartbeat,
a soft glow like stars
barely visible in the twilight.
she moves like a butterfly,
hesitant yet near, ...
