Seek for me during the period of twilight before sunset,
In those sublime moments,
I stay concealed.
Search for me in the smudged words of a tarnished letter,
In the indecipherable phrases,
I linger quietly.
Interpret the expressions of my muted face,
In the weaved tales,
I fervently dwell.
In between the pauses of your perfumed breaths,
Like the passing zephyr,
I try to tingle you.
Lend your ears to my entwined whispers
in the silence of a full moon night,
My longing verses,
are waiting to be heard.
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Photographer : Annie Spratt