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My Whispers, Frozen

A poem

“And yet, there is beauty in the way they find each other: slowly, in a fragile dance of sidelong glances and accidental touches. To see them come together, souls binding without knowing each other as we do, without being certain of what the other’s heart holds, is to learn something new… Faith.”
― Amie Kaufman

My whispers,
frozen in the ground beneath me,
suspended in time whilst I think…