Yearning for your voice,
Silent whispers in my mind,
I crave your presence.
Words, unspoken, ache,
Longing to be shared with you,
Our souls intertwined.
In the depths of night,
Thoughts of you weave through my dreams,
Yearning for daylight.
Moments, fleeting, lost,
Time slips through my trembling hands,
I really want to talk.
To hear your laughter,
And the cadence of your words,
Would be pure solace.
But distance prevails,
Separating heart from heart,
Yet hope persists still.
In the realm of thoughts,
Our connection never fades,
I really want to talk.
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Najla
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