
And even if I lost sight of you, in the turbulences of the crowd… I know I’d just have to follow the trail of your wandering thoughts. Like polished pebbles left on the ground, showing the path. Picking your lingering words up, one by one. Letting them show me the way. Leading me, blindly, back into the safety of your arms…
Taking a stride along Thought Avenue? Haha,
Nice one Cyranny. Deeply poetic…
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