These poems are nothing more than letters I never had the courage to send-whispers of feelings I buried beneath the passing seasons. They speak of longing, hesitation, and the quiet ache of watching from afar. Each word is a piece of what could have been, each verse a confession left unsaid.
Perhaps this is my way of letting go. Or maybe, deep down, I just wanted these emotions to exist somewhere, even if only in ink. This is a story of a love that bloomed in silence, carried away by the wind before it ever had the chance to be heard.
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