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Until Your Hands Meet Mine,

nandini00

Favoured Frenzy
We were never a collision of sudden,
blinding sparks,
Nor a loud,
triumphant anthem sung across the dark.
We were simply two slow rivers
learning how to bend,
Carving paths through heavy stone
without a promised end.

You carried cold in your coat,
a hush within your stride,
While I was busy counting tides
that pulled me from the side.
We did not reach with desperate hands
to claim what wasn’t near.
We only let the silence speak
until the air grew clear.

Like twilight folding into dusk
without a single seam,
Your shadow found the resting place
inside my waking dream.
No thunder shook the quiet earth,
no frantic bells were rung,
Just two familiar melodies
discovering one tongue.

Now here we stand
where water meets the quiet of the shore,
Not asking how we crossed the miles,
or what we waited for.
For some things do not need a map,
a signal, or a sign—
They simply drift through lonely seas
until your hand meets mine.
 
We were never a collision of sudden,
blinding sparks,
Nor a loud,
triumphant anthem sung across the dark.
We were simply two slow rivers
learning how to bend,
Carving paths through heavy stone
without a promised end.

You carried cold in your coat,
a hush within your stride,
While I was busy counting tides
that pulled me from the side.
We did not reach with desperate hands
to claim what wasn’t near.
We only let the silence speak
until the air grew clear.

Like twilight folding into dusk
without a single seam,
Your shadow found the resting place
inside my waking dream.
No thunder shook the quiet earth,
no frantic bells were rung,
Just two familiar melodies
discovering one tongue.

Now here we stand
where water meets the quiet of the shore,
Not asking how we crossed the miles,
or what we waited for.
For some things do not need a map,
a signal, or a sign—
They simply drift through lonely seas
until your hand meets mine.
There will be those unseen marks that will help
 
We were never a collision of sudden,
blinding sparks,
Nor a loud,
triumphant anthem sung across the dark.
We were simply two slow rivers
learning how to bend,
Carving paths through heavy stone
without a promised end.

You carried cold in your coat,
a hush within your stride,
While I was busy counting tides
that pulled me from the side.
We did not reach with desperate hands
to claim what wasn’t near.
We only let the silence speak
until the air grew clear.

Like twilight folding into dusk
without a single seam,
Your shadow found the resting place
inside my waking dream.
No thunder shook the quiet earth,
no frantic bells were rung,
Just two familiar melodies
discovering one tongue.

Now here we stand
where water meets the quiet of the shore,
Not asking how we crossed the miles,
or what we waited for.
For some things do not need a map,
a signal, or a sign—
They simply drift through lonely seas
until your hand meets mine.
Not every connection needs sparks; some souls simply flow towards each other, quietly and effortlessly.❤️
 
We were never a collision of sudden,
blinding sparks,
Nor a loud,
triumphant anthem sung across the dark.
We were simply two slow rivers
learning how to bend,
Carving paths through heavy stone
without a promised end.

You carried cold in your coat,
a hush within your stride,
While I was busy counting tides
that pulled me from the side.
We did not reach with desperate hands
to claim what wasn’t near.
We only let the silence speak
until the air grew clear.

Like twilight folding into dusk
without a single seam,
Your shadow found the resting place
inside my waking dream.
No thunder shook the quiet earth,
no frantic bells were rung,
Just two familiar melodies
discovering one tongue.

Now here we stand
where water meets the quiet of the shore,
Not asking how we crossed the miles,
or what we waited for.
For some things do not need a map,
a signal, or a sign—
They simply drift through lonely seas
until your hand meets mine.
Lovely creation...
 
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