Last night, I woke up twice
The silence heavy, the air still
Each time, your face filled my thoughts
As if my heart knew only one path …
I reached for my phone
Wanting to write to you today
Something, anything
Because if this isn’t love
I don’t know what is …
.
.
.
After a while, loving how my thoughts flow into words
Roksana Tales 
I love that time between sleep and waking when my thoughts drift here and there. It’s a magical moment and never seems to last very long.
Lovely verse, Roksana.
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a bad rem dream
your own number nine
which may or may not
be fine
dear
computed 10 0001 010
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Last night, I woke up twice
The silence heavy, the air still
Each time, your face filled my thoughts
As if my heart knew only one path …
I reached for my phone
Wanting to write to you today
Something, anything
Because if this isn’t love
I don’t know what is …
And yet, I stopped myself,
For some feelings are too sacred for words—
They deserve to live,
Unspoken, in the quiet of the soul.
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Loved it –
Beautifully expressed
How some feelings are too special for words ♥️♥️
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Love makes the best poets out of all of us:)
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Thank you, beautifully said
I think so too that love unlocks the poetry within us …
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