Silent Yearning

Sharda Mishra posted under Tale-a-thlon S4: Poetry on 2024-08-19



In moonlit nights, we dance, our hearts as one,

Your voice, a gentle breeze, whispers of love.


When shadows fade, and dawn begins to rise,

We cling to dreams, though brief, whispers of love.


The world outside is cold, but here we burn,

In secret glances shared, whispers of love.


Through every sigh, our souls connect and weave,

A mosaic of light, whispers of love.


Through every tear, our hearts refuse to part,

Echoes in the silence, whispers of love.


Though time may part us, still we will remain,

Bound by the endless pull, whispers of love.