If You Find Me Waiting: A Reply

So I’m learning to be still, to let the moments flow, To wait with open hands, and let my patience grow. If love means giving room to breathe, to face your private night, Then I’ll be here, a steady flame, until you find the light.

Light a Flame

If stars must wander, free to fly, then tell me—are we meant to try? Or will this light, so fiercely bright, fade to embers in the night?

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