RIDDLES
Every evening
We dance
Among
Words never spoken
Carefully
Treading
On thin
Threads of Thought
Our innocent smiles
And
Secret glances
Have already filled the attic room
Night after night
When we fall asleep in each other’s arms
Lost
In our dreams
With every waking up in the morning
As if it never happened
Apart
And yet forever together
(27.04.2025)
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