In shadows and whispers, we found our way,
Two hearts entwined in night and day.
Through laughter and tears, we learned to grow,
In this fragile dance, love's subside and flow.
Moments we shared, like stars in the night,
Bright and fleeting, yet filled with light.
In this brief existence, our souls align,
A love so profound, it transcends time.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
