18h
beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
the tides reveal what hearts don’t show.
a fleeting whisper, a fragile tide,
secrets kept where dreams collide.
the tides reveal what hearts don’t show.
a fleeting whisper, a fragile tide,
secrets kept where dreams collide.
the fragile beauty of fleeting moments
(16/F)
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