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Whispers in the Wind

 Whispers in the Wind

Beneath the stretch of endless skies,
Where sunlight dances and shadow lies,
I wander through the waking day,
And hear the world in a gentle sway.

The trees lean low, their branches sigh,
A chorus of secrets drifting by.
Each leaf a story, each breeze a song,
A fleeting note where hearts belong.

I walk alone, yet not apart,
For memories dwell within my heart.
Moments linger, soft and bright,
Like embers glowing in the night.

The river hums a silver tune,
Reflecting sun, reflecting moon.
Its waters whisper of times gone by,
Of fleeting joy, of tearful sigh.

I remember laughter, unrestrained,
The kind that falls like summer rain.
A careless warmth, a gentle flame,
An echo that still calls my name.

The sky turns gold, then crimson red,
A canvas where our dreams are spread.
Clouds drift slowly, soft and wide,
A silent witness to life’s tide.

Sometimes the world feels vast, unknown,
Paths diverging, seeds unsown.
Yet in the quiet, I feel your trace,
A gentle hand, a tender grace.

Friendship blooms in subtle ways,
Not always loud, not always praised.
In whispered words, in knowing glance,
In shared silences that softly dance.

We’ve walked through storms, through sunlit streets,
Through scattered hopes and small defeats.
Yet still we rise, still hearts ignite,
Carrying each other into light.

The night arrives with velvet skies,
Stars like questions in our eyes.
We ponder time, we ponder fate,
Yet love persists, it does not wait.

In dreams, we wander far and near,
Through hidden valleys, mountains clear.
We speak in silence, we speak in song,
And in that place, we both belong.

Life may twist, may ebb, may bend,
Yet there’s a bond that will not end.
It’s in the laughter, the tears we share,
The quiet moments that show we care.

I gather memories like fallen leaves,
Threads of gold that the heart believes.
Each one a piece of who we are,
A flickering light, a steadfast star.

So let the winds of fortune blow,
Let rivers carve the paths we know.
I carry you, your voice, your flame,
In every step, in every name.

Through all of time, through all of space,
Through fleeting joy, through every place,
Your presence lingers, calm and true,
A gentle echo I walk into.

And when the morning calls again,
Through sunlit streets and falling rain,
I’ll hear your whisper in the wind,
A song of love that does not end.

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