An echo of longing
resonates in the air
long after the flames have consumed
long after the fire has burnt out
There is an echo of longing
in the brush of the eyes
in the twitch of fingers
that yearn to touch
There is an echo of longing
in the unspoken words
the pull of connection
in the lingering heart
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Constellations
General Fiction"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations" ~a collection of short stories and poetry~
