In the silence between my heartbeats
Amidst the rustling of half dried leaves
I hear you call for me
Upon the now warming breeze
I savor the sound of your voice
The way your tongue would twist around my name
In imagined reveries
I wonder what your words would say
In their deep reverberating way
What name would they give to me….
But I’ll know it’s you
Because just like they did nowAmidst the rustling of half dried leaves
I hear you call for me
Upon the now warming breeze
I savor the sound of your voice
The way your tongue would twist around my name
In imagined reveries
I wonder what your words would say
In their deep reverberating way
What name would they give to me….
But I’ll know it’s you
Following the whispers from another life
Your soul would always find mine,
And mine yours
By the scents of their memories
Wherever and whoever we might be
Our souls would touch each other
Unerringly.
MS
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