I sit in quiet, alone in thoughts.
Suddenly, I hear your endless whispers calling my name.
They flow like a gentle stream in the bay,
soft and familiar, yet slowly fading.
The fading noise lingers, and I hold on,
though your words slip further from my memory.
I sit in quiet, alone in my thoughts
The silence remains but the thoughts still linger in my head
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 7:02 PM UTC
I sit in quiet, alone in thoughts.
Suddenly, I hear your endless whispers calling my name.
They flow like a gentle stream in the bay,
soft and familiar, yet slowly fading.
The fading noise lingers, and I hold on,
though your words slip further from my memory.
I sit in quiet, alone in my thoughts
The silence remains but the thoughts still linger in my head
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