She sees the cracks before I speak,
a quiet glance that pulls me near.
No thunder words, just fingertips
that map the hurt I try to hide.
Love like rivers, deep and slow—
washes storms without a sound.
Tonight the moon feels smaller,
because her knowing eyes hold more.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2026 13:37
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Comments1
A poem of defects detected of magnetic pull power and pain, the undefeatable force of love. A cleansing of disturbances and the awareness of how small one is in comparison to knowledge. Well written
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