Faint Lines | On Hold

❧ four

wordless voices, unheard conversations

do you remember those talks

while walking down the stations?

blurry skylines and the

serene weather;

those steps we took were

softer than the feathers.

was it a dream i had

last year in fall,

when the snow crumbled at my feet

but the sun felt warm?

like snowflakes drifting away

people are the same

still i hope you won't, ever forget my name.

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