The Silent Path
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Poetry
On an icy day, we’ll meet again,
On a silent path, free from pain.
No greetings spoken, no sparks to fly,
Just a quiet knowing in each other’s eye.
In a fleeting second, let the past awake,
The hidden love we dared not stake.
Memories rush in, a flood so sweet,
Of whispered promises we could not keep.
Consoled by remembrance, from depths so deep,
Emerge the moments that we still keep.
From the well of the elapsed, our story told,
A love once hidden, now brave and bold.
On an icy day, we’ll meet again,
On a silent path, free from pain.
No greetings spoken, no sparks to fly,
Just a quiet knowing in each other’s eye.
In a fleeting second, let the past awake,
The hidden love we dared not stake.
Memories rush in, a flood so sweet,
Of whispered promises we could not keep.
Consoled by remembrance, from depths so deep,
Emerge the moments that we still keep.
From the well of the elapsed, our story told,
A love once hidden, now brave and bold.
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