No more than
A whisper…
I breathe
Your name
Out to
The four winds…
Just hoping yes,
Hoping still
One of them
Will
Someday brush
Against your
Cheek…
And unexpected
Goosebumps will
Remind you
Of the ghost
Of us.
No more than
A whisper…
I breathe
Your name
Out to
The four winds…
Just hoping yes,
Hoping still
One of them
Will
Someday brush
Against your
Cheek…
And unexpected
Goosebumps will
Remind you
Of the ghost
Of us.
Cyranny's Cove 
Beautiful ✨
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I know the feeling. Well said.
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Absolutely lovely! ❤
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