Walking among shadows until dawn comes to wash the stone
and reseal the silence remembering the way your fingers folded
around my soul like a prayer even though our ghosts inherit the
wind our shadows still dance in the dust of lost afternoons with
thoughts hungering without an apology until the sundial trace
the shadows of embrace even if our voices are lost to the wind
our hands still remember the warmth of the sun between them
even if our footsteps vanish in the sand our echoes still linger
in the hollows of the hills waiting for the return of the light.
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hello dearest Adagio I see the haunting unbelievable beauty here ❤️
Thank you Brenda
This was hauntingly beautiful. love it.
Thank you Kay.