Tender Pulse: - Poem by Brenda Arroyo
Tranquil nights find closure beneath chaotic stars,
And forever finds a way to seep into our dreams.
Today I say:
How many breaths must we take to realize that each one brings us closer to our end?
My breaths were meant for only one heart to enjoy.
And that heart is not mine.
Time ticks away and I have yet to know you.
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