Just a moment wavering in the air,
holding on before it unfurls.
Gently letting go with care,
as it whirls away in those blue ivory curls.
A hug, a caress, a touch...
of a second which seems so faint.
Yet to not have enough,
to uncouple the real and the feint.
All that is left here is echoes.
All that is left here is echoes.
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 10:21 PM UTC
Just a moment wavering in the air,
holding on before it unfurls.
Gently letting go with care,
as it whirls away in those blue ivory curls.
A hug, a caress, a touch...
of a second which seems so faint.
Yet to not have enough,
to uncouple the real and the feint.
All that is left here is echoes.
All that is left here is echoes.
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