My laughter found yours familiar,
Like they’ve met before.
In some distant echo,
Behind a closed door.
A sound that feels ancient,
Yet somehow brand new,
As if every joy i’ve lost
Was waiting in you.
Your smile, a reflection of light I once knew,
In sunsets and stars,
In mornings of dew.
We speak in soft whispers,
But the meaning is loud.
Two voices intertwined,
Rising up from the crowd.
Each word that you offer,
A verse I once read,
From a poem long buried
In the back of my head.
And though we’re just strangers,
There’s more we can say,
For in laughter,
We’ve met in another faraway.
Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 2:16 AM UTC
My laughter found yours familiar,
Like they’ve met before.
In some distant echo,
Behind a closed door.
A sound that feels ancient,
Yet somehow brand new,
As if every joy i’ve lost
Was waiting in you.
Your smile, a reflection of light I once knew,
In sunsets and stars,
In mornings of dew.
We speak in soft whispers,
But the meaning is loud.
Two voices intertwined,
Rising up from the crowd.
Each word that you offer,
A verse I once read,
From a poem long buried
In the back of my head.
And though we’re just strangers,
There’s more we can say,
For in laughter,
We’ve met in another faraway.
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