Some dreams still live in secrecy,
Unspoken, yet they breathe;
Like shadows cast by candlelight,
They linger, never leave.
They bloom within a quiet heart,
Where no one else can see,
A gentle fire that hides its flame,
Yet burns eternally.
Through passing years they quietly move,
Unchanged by time or space,
A silent thread that binds the souls,
No distance can erase.
A treasure box, a photo kept,
A birthday card, a tree in a pot,
These marks of love live in secret,
Known only to those who care a lot.
Though voices fade and moments end,
Their presence will remain,
For hidden love is never lost—
It shines beyond the pain.
Even in the darkest days,
Its light never truly ends
Will the darkest days ever end?
Sikaran
17 Sep 25
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