a dance between skies

 

Something unseen lingers above, 

casting veils over the paths we tread. 

Each fleeting breath connects us —

to the floating skies beyond, 

to whispers weaving within.

 

Between beginnings and endings, 

the now unfolds, echoing softly. 

Each dawn opens like a wandering tide, 

carrying fragments of yesterdays, 

weaving stories anew, timeless yet transient.

 

The expanse stretches endless, 

and within its reach, quiet hopes reside. 

Moments ignite like sparks in shadows, 

illuminating the way, ever shifting, 

the rhythm of existence —

a dance between skies.

 

 

 

 

 

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