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Infinitely,
more intensely real,
the hole whirled blue.
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She Waited in Silence
Sometimes love is not about being together, but about silently holding on. The rain had started again, soft at first, like a timid whisper, then heavier, like the world itself was trying to wash away its own sorrows. She sat by the old, chipped window, watching droplets race down the glass as if they were little messengers of her own restless heart. Each drop mirrored the quiet yearning that had taken residence inside her—an ache that had grown over years, invisible to the world, but deafening to her soul.
By Samaan Ahmadabout 23 hours ago in Poets
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I love the photo!