Amid the laughter of children —
their running feet, their radiant noise —
you and I exchange a glance.
The world keeps moving,
yet time forgets itself —
suspended between your eyes and mine.
In that moment,
nothing else exists.
When I look at you —
and you see me.
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 6:31 PM UTC
Amid the laughter of children —
their running feet, their radiant noise —
you and I exchange a glance.
The world keeps moving,
yet time forgets itself —
suspended between your eyes and mine.
In that moment,
nothing else exists.
When I look at you —
and you see me.
