When my eyes see your radiant face, thoughts dance within me like warm shadows. The noise of your presence is what pierces my silence. Perhaps you would like to see my soul leap for joy across the meadows. Perhaps you don't know how the light of your eyes revives cities deep within me. Perhaps you don't know that you are the light that awakens every sleeping part of my feelings. Perhaps you don't know that.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 4:19 PM UTC
When my eyes see your radiant face, thoughts dance within me like warm shadows. The noise of your presence is what pierces my silence. Perhaps you would like to see my soul leap for joy across the meadows. Perhaps you don't know how the light of your eyes revives cities deep within me. Perhaps you don't know that you are the light that awakens every sleeping part of my feelings. Perhaps you don't know that.
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