We touched each other without touching.
only gazed at one another, without a single stir.
It happens in life, where the communion of souls
and spiritual nearness overtake lingering presence.
No longer does the language of proximity matter;
what remains sacred is the silent admiration
and the gravity within the eyes.
When unspoken words take the shape of language,
sunrises linger within the eyes,
and the silent understanding awakens,
they leave behind unforgettable memories.
Our silences found their voices
before words had taken space;
an exchange of silent dialogues,
entire conversations carried through the eyes.
~Zara M.
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