Twilight Poem
The sky promises to be bright. The clouds move aside, dispelling the restlessness in the heart. He deliberately gives in, giving space to the sun to reign. There are hands clasped tightly like roots that bind each other.
There is a smile that cracks warmly, erasing sorrow, wrapping up thick wounds, and the heart beats in remembrance.
The melody of the past that continues to flow sadly, with longing becoming one, dancing between shadows and hopes.
And in every gentle breeze, there is a whisper from the universe that will not escape that this love is forever strong, like the promise of the sky that was never written.
Greetings always compact.
By @midiagam