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Threads of Tomorrow

 Threads of Tomorrow

Beneath the quiet hum of morning skies,
Where sunlight spills and slowly flies,
I wander through the whispering trees,
Carried softly on the breath of breeze.

The world awakens in a gentle sigh,
And yet my heart feels something high.
Not from the birds, nor from the dew,
But from the endless thoughts of you.

Each step I take, the earth replies,
In murmurs low and lullabies.
The paths we’ve walked, both near and far,
Still glow beneath the evening star.

I remember laughter by the stream,
The careless joy, the playful dream.
Water rippling over stones,
Mirrors of smiles and gentle tones.

There are moments carved in tender light,
Fleeting, fragile, yet infinite.
A touch, a glance, a shared embrace,
Time slowed down in that sacred space.

Sometimes I wander in silent streets,
Hearing echoes of our heartbeats.
Even the shadows seem to know,
The places where our spirits go.

The sky may darken, storms may rise,
But hope endures in our shared eyes.
A whispered promise, a secret song,
The kind that carries you along.

We chase tomorrow with reckless flair,
Through open fields, through thinning air.
Each moment a thread, each glance a hue,
Weaving a tapestry old and new.

And when the night folds over day,
And stars emerge in quiet display,
I find your presence like a fire,
Guiding me through my deep desire.

For life is not in hours or years,
But in the laughter, and in the tears.
In fleeting sparks that dance and fade,
In every choice, in every shade.

I hear the echoes of our plans,
The gentle brushing of unseen hands.
Through winding roads and sudden bends,
Through silent prayers the spirit sends.

We build our castles from fragile dreams,
From rivers’ songs and sunlit beams.
Not in grandeur, not in gold,
But in the stories our hearts hold.

I see your shadow in morning mist,
A quiet shape I cannot resist.
The world may shift, the tides may turn,
Yet for your light, my soul will yearn.

There are whispers only we can hear,
Soft as snow, yet crystal clear.
Moments suspended in fragile grace,
Time dissolving in your embrace.

And when the seasons trade their skin,
When summer ends and autumn begins,
I’ll walk beside you through it all,
Through gentle rains and waterfalls.

We gather memories like fallen leaves,
Each one a secret the heart perceives.
In pockets tucked, in hidden nooks,
In the lines of life’s open books.

No map can guide, no compass show,
The depth of love that seems to grow.
It twists, it turns, it flows, it flies,
Beyond the limits of our eyes.

So here we stand, both near and far,
Two wandering hearts beneath one star.
Threads of tomorrow stitched in light,
Bound by hope, and soft twilight.

And though the world may drift away,
And shadows claim the edge of day,
Your presence lingers, calm and true,
A quiet home I return to.

Through storms and laughter, loss and gain,
Through fleeting joy, through silent pain,
The tapestry of life we weave,
Is richer for the dreams we leave.

So let the winds of fortune blow,
Let rivers carve the world below.
I carry you, my light, my song,
In every step, where hearts belong.

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