The clock-hands stand still,
through the silence of our kiss,
beats sync forever.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : clock
through the silence of our kiss,
beats sync forever.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : clock
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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