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Love Crumbs
In the quiet of the night,
Whispers of love linger,
Scattered like crumbs on the table,
Faint echoes of a tender touch.
Each crumb a memory,
A moment shared in the warmth,
Glimpses of laughter and longing,
Lost in the passage of time.
But love endures,
In the faintest of traces,
In the silent spaces between words,
In the gentle brush of fingertips.
Collecting these crumbs,
I find a feast of emotions,
A banquet of love's remnants,
Nourishing the soul with its essence.
So I gather them close,
Cherishing each morsel,
For even in fragments,
Love's sweet sustenance remains.
© Simrans
Whispers of love linger,
Scattered like crumbs on the table,
Faint echoes of a tender touch.
Each crumb a memory,
A moment shared in the warmth,
Glimpses of laughter and longing,
Lost in the passage of time.
But love endures,
In the faintest of traces,
In the silent spaces between words,
In the gentle brush of fingertips.
Collecting these crumbs,
I find a feast of emotions,
A banquet of love's remnants,
Nourishing the soul with its essence.
So I gather them close,
Cherishing each morsel,
For even in fragments,
Love's sweet sustenance remains.
© Simrans
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