Words are being cut,

Words are being cut,

Words are being cut,
Silent touches the heart.

Thoughts wander through paths,
The rhythm of the wind carries the mind along.

Gazes fall like rain,
Stories stretch within the eyes.

Distances rise unexpectedly,
Memories shine, standing in the middle.

Moments weave dreams,
The heart sings a hidden song.

Shadows blend in the evening,
Helplessness paves a path through crimson clouds.

GR kaviyoor 
15 11 2025
(Canada, Toronto)


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