If they can…

A Soulful Saga

When his lips barely moved and her silence said it all,

When the glances were shared, but her veil made him fall…

When the stories were merely for sleeping and daydreaming was at prime,

When the moments weren’t usually captured in photographs, but in the sands of time…

Those were the days of gaiety and those were the days of her bloom,

Holding each other’s hands, they would make promises under the moon…

The splashes of their laughter were innocent, their unmasked-selves were for real,

The proximity of her approaching footsteps was overwhelming and the vivacity of his sparkly eyes was clear…

Into that dream of the surreal past, they wake up alarmed night and day,

Into that memory of the anonymous selves they wish to live, if they can and if they may…

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