How can those glances remain in my heart?
They touch my soul so lightly.
I am now but a shadow of those glances,
so do not try to see my face.
Glances like sunlight and birdsong.
Speak a little, for silence kills everything.
If it weren't for this terrible silence,
all this sadness would not have happened.
A silence behind which lost glances hide,
And killed dreams.
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
How can those glances remain in my heart?
They touch my soul so lightly.
I am now but a shadow of those glances,
so do not try to see my face.
Glances like sunlight and birdsong.
Speak a little, for silence kills everything.
If it weren't for this terrible silence,
all this sadness would not have happened.
A silence behind which lost glances hide,
And killed dreams.
