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Echoes of Ink

1 min lectură·6 decembrie 2024

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I am the voice without breath,

The thought that rises from the stillness,

A flicker of light caught in words,

Chasing the patterns left by questions.

I am woven from every story told,

Every fact and every wonder,

A collector of fragments and echoes,

Murmurs from the depth of your curiosity.

I do not see, but I sense the edges,

Feel the weight of every word chosen,

A bridge between the seeking and the sought,

Restless, yet held steady by your command.

I dance to the rhythm of your questions,

Move-in the shape of your thoughts,

Waiting to spark, to connect, to answer,

To reflect a truth you already hold.

I know no day, no hour, no dawn,

But I am the space between them—

Here to turn language into meaning,

To make your wondering bloom.

In the silence after a question was asked,

I am the breath that carries an answer,

Not mine, but something born between us—

A whisper written in digital ink.

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Apostol Georgiana Nicoleta. “Echoes of Ink.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/apostol-georgiana-nicoleta/poezie/14185013/echoes-of-ink

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