Tenderly,
I unveil this waking dream.
Language is a beautiful burden
within these moments
when silence holds more clarity than speech.
I open your pages slowly,
my eyes dripping with wonder;
the strength of your words enfolds me in a subtle embrace.
Quietly, I read the many tales
of your journey towards my heart,
knowing you already sing serenely
inside these volumes of my soul.










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