Moonlit Strands
In the quiet hush of twilight,
I find myself remembering how you would let your hair down,
each strand a soft whisper of the night,
falling gently over your shoulders,
like beams of moonlight casting long shadows,
turning the ordinary into something celestial-
I miss the sound of your laughter as it mingled with the air,
the lingering scent of you, like stardust,
as if even the universe itself paused to hold its breath-
each moment a treasure unspooled, now lost in the winding paths of time.
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