honeybee
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Under Quiet Branches
Beneath the tangled trees,
where the sky fades into soft grey,
you stand close
close enough
that the air between us
feels warm… alive.
No words, just breath,
just the slow pull of nearness,
like branches leaning into each other
in the hush of evening.
And in that silence,
I feel you
before you even touch me.
Beneath the tangled trees,
where the sky fades into soft grey,
you stand close
close enough
that the air between us
feels warm… alive.
No words, just breath,
just the slow pull of nearness,
like branches leaning into each other
in the hush of evening.
And in that silence,
I feel you
before you even touch me.


and cool air touches us and makes us frozen .



