There once was a corner so still,
half-shadow, half-thought, half a thrill.
The lights softly shone,
but I wondered, alone
what breath fills this space when it’s still?
Do the echoes start whispering late?
Do the walls hum the songs they create?
When the footsteps are gone,
does the silence move on
or linger to ponder its fate?
It’s nothing too strange, just a spark,
a musing that hums in the dark.
Where the world blurs its seams
between waking and dreams
that’s where wonder remembers its mark.
And maybe it’s nothing at all,
just the quiet remembering you.
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Author:
Amandatoriii (
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Comments3
With the meter and rhythm of a limerick it tells a far different story not of humor but of love and accompanying feelings of longing and a wistfulness. Very nicely composed. I loved the meter and flow
Thank you. It’s a little different than what I’ve been doing! It was really fun to write.
You are most welcome
Tremendous work.
good write, enjoyed
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