REVERENCE AND SUAVE 

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Through the hush of silver air,
where twilight folds in muted prayer,
shards of longing rise and fall,
soft as echoes, sharp as call.

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A tangle of breath, a dance in the mist,
ghostly fingers in moonlight kissed.
They weave through dusk, they pull, they yearn,
embers of time that twist and burn.

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Was it a sigh, a lover’s trace,
etched in lines too fine to place?
Or a fleeting touch, a promise spun,
woven in shades of dusk and sun?

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Each fragment hums a silent vow,
as fate unthreads the here and now.
Yet somewhere in this storm-strewn art,
a pulse remains, a beating heart.

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Come, step within this shadowed flight,
where dreams take shape in silvered light.
For in the hush of grey and brown,
love still lingers—soft yet sound.