Remnants of love ♥️
By Aiman Musheer
" A soft wind "
Sometimes,
a soft wind
passes by my face.
It touches my eyes
and moves on.
Yet for a moment,
I stop.
There is a strange feel
in that small breeze.
And my heart says—
Maybe you are here.
Maybe you came back
for just a moment.
Maybe the wind
brought your memory
to me.
But then I open my eyes.
And I kno
w—
You are not here.
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