I hope you know
that all the little joys–
the love,
the beauty,
the quiet warmth–
are playing out all around you.
They live and breathe in you,
in your very soul.
They're in me, too–
Like a cacophony of sound,
woven gently into music
Tell me:
can you hear the melody
through my stare?
Can you feel its heart beating?
I do.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 6:01 AM UTC
I hope you know
that all the little joys–
the love,
the beauty,
the quiet warmth–
are playing out all around you.
They live and breathe in you,
in your very soul.
They're in me, too–
Like a cacophony of sound,
woven gently into music
Tell me:
can you hear the melody
through my stare?
Can you feel its heart beating?
I do.
I would listen to its echoes for eternity, if you'll let me.
Will you listen with me, as our souls linger near?
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