A pixel’s kiss, a midnight ping
That wakes you from your quiet dream.
We chase each other through glass-lit hours,
Hearts known in half-glimpses, vanish by dawn.
No promise carved at time’s deep root—
Just this flicker, bright and swift,
A breeze that runs through shifting leaves,
Gone before the next breath lifts.
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...another version:
A pixel kisses, midnight pings—
they stir you from a quiet dream.
We chase each other through glass-lit hours,
our hearts half-lit in fleeting gleams,
vanishing always with morning’s breath.
No promise etched in time\'s deep root—
just this flicker, bright and swift,
a breeze runs through the shifting leaves,
gone before the next breath lifts.
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please indicate which worked for you better and possibly
why you preferred one over the other. Thanks kindly.