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Each word, a step towards your presence,</p><p id="b9e5">Yet the clock ticks towards eternity.</p><p id="194c">Oh, linger, in this moment, don’t fade into the clear.</p><p id="b0ab">Dreams flutter, heart in a gentle twirl,</p><p id="1792">Your worth, surpassing the ocean’s pearl.</p><p id="def9">In this space, my emotions unfurl,</p><p id="09ac">Your presence, a precious, unfolding swirl.</p><p id="7eed">Oh, linger, in this moment, don’t fade into the clear.</p><figure id="5827"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*1nBxzhOX96Q7M-rR"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@marekpiwnicki?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Marek Piwnicki</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="b525">A gentle touch, electrifying, standstill,</p><p id="c305">Raising the hairs, a silent thrill.</p><p id="5969">Your hand, a comforting, tranquil fill,</p><p id="8817">In your absence, time seems ill.</p><p id="9bf6">Oh, linger, in this moment, don’t fade into the clear.</p><p id=

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"f210">Breaths, rapid and superficially slick,</p><p id="c03c">Love’s ailment, a paradox so thick.</p><p id="bba1">In its sweetness, we often stick,</p><p id="4edd">Its absence, a wound, no cure can pick.</p><p id="145b">Oh, linger, in this moment, don’t fade into the clear.</p><p id="1c78">As you drift into the morrow,</p><p id="39df">Can I steal a bit more of your time?</p><p id="09aa">In your absence, an eternal sorrow,</p><p id="97f8">A yearning for the sublime.</p><p id="aa8c">Oh, return, into this moment, don’t dissolve into the sheer.</p><figure id="18e3"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*ABcICJ_IgDo8BMSm"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@jacksondavid?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Jackson David</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p id="ee72"><i>Lost in the moment?</i></p><p id="5a16"><a href="/@fabian.ge/subscribe"><i>Find solace in more tales of the soul.</i></a></p><p id="23da"><i>Your claps echo in my quiet.</i></p></article></body>

Linger

Don’t fade into the clear

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

Moonlight wanes, gently dimming,

As the night whispers goodbye.

Your departure, silently brimming,

I plead, let your farewell lie.

Oh, linger, in this moment, don’t fade into the clear.

Your smile, a tender, warming grace,

Eyes that pierce through to the soul.

Desire for your presence, a lasting embrace,

Beyond the sunrise, you make me whole.

Oh, linger, in this moment, don’t fade into the clear.

Conversations, revealing your essence,

Time, the thief of our serenity.

Each word, a step towards your presence,

Yet the clock ticks towards eternity.

Oh, linger, in this moment, don’t fade into the clear.

Dreams flutter, heart in a gentle twirl,

Your worth, surpassing the ocean’s pearl.

In this space, my emotions unfurl,

Your presence, a precious, unfolding swirl.

Oh, linger, in this moment, don’t fade into the clear.

Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash

A gentle touch, electrifying, standstill,

Raising the hairs, a silent thrill.

Your hand, a comforting, tranquil fill,

In your absence, time seems ill.

Oh, linger, in this moment, don’t fade into the clear.

Breaths, rapid and superficially slick,

Love’s ailment, a paradox so thick.

In its sweetness, we often stick,

Its absence, a wound, no cure can pick.

Oh, linger, in this moment, don’t fade into the clear.

As you drift into the morrow,

Can I steal a bit more of your time?

In your absence, an eternal sorrow,

A yearning for the sublime.

Oh, return, into this moment, don’t dissolve into the sheer.

Photo by Jackson David on Unsplash

Lost in the moment?

Find solace in more tales of the soul.

Your claps echo in my quiet.

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