This poem reads like a slow walk through time. Each image lands softly but stays, carrying both warmth and ache. It’s a gentle reminder that memory doesn’t shout, it waits for us to turn the page.
This poem reads like a slow walk through time. Each image lands softly but stays, carrying both warmth and ache. It’s a gentle reminder that memory doesn’t shout, it waits for us to turn the page.
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