Your pulse is the rhythm
by which I pace the melody of my life.
And in your silence,
A symphony arises.
The coalescence of our souls
Is an overture of timeless ethereality.
We are a composition so pure
That our every note is a hymn to celestial realms.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
Your pulse is the rhythm
by which I pace the melody of my life.
And in your silence,
A symphony arises.
The coalescence of our souls
Is an overture of timeless ethereality.
We are a composition so pure
That our every note is a hymn to celestial realms.
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