Touch of a Shadow
Touch of a Shadow
A breath drifts through the streets of evening,
hidden light pauses by the roadside.
A presence the eyes cannot see,
known only to the heart.
Silence carried by the wind
settles gently upon the steps.
Somewhere far, a memory stirs,
moving inward without a sound.
An old moment returns again,
though time has changed, its scent remains.
Within the dark, without fear,
touch alone becomes the guide.
GR kaviyoor
29 01 2026
(Canada, Toronto)
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