An Invitation

The Power of Unspoken Words

I am the quiet hours before dawn,
a fleeting thought, a whispered secret.
You are the slow unfurling of fingertips
tracing lines on forgotten maps.

In this space between two breaths,
we meet in half-light and muted colors
an invitation to explore beyond familiar shores.

Some may say we are like ships passing silently through fog:
one moment real, then swallowed by misted memory again
but I feel you near as echoes reverberate along my skin.

We dance around our own hesitations,
footsteps faltering across cold tile floors;
each word an offering — more than enough or too little still?
The balance sways precariously with each questioning glance exchanged

Our conversations unfold like tattered scrolls unveiled long after their time. For despite impermanence and fading script that binds us here together now — these stories shared create something lasting in their wake:

So let this be not just another ordinary night where sleep steals silence away. Let it stand testament to beginnings born from endings unresolved.

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Join us in this remarkable journey and let’s turn an ordinary day into a poetic adventure.