Where Your Name Blooms

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 Gently, your name stirs my silence.  

Hope leans into the sound of you  

Even my breath moves differently now 

Nights ache with your absence and light  

A moment with your smile becomes eternity

Across my chest, your echo lingers  

Love has grown where your touch might be  

All my longing wears your shade 

Holding you in thought becomes a prayer 

Memories bloom from places we’ve never been  

And still, I would wait in every lifetime 

Remembered, desired forever... you...


Nidal Sati


A man with short dark hair and a beard stands alone on a sandy beach at sunset, gazing toward the horizon as waves gently crash nearby, evoking a sense of longing and introspection.


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