Untold

So here’s to the moments, both big and small. In this untold tale, we’ll dig into things unusual.

In the quiet of the evening, 

The noise of the day starts -

fading out.

Whispers of the moments,

that have slipped off.

Every cry and every tear, 

flow into the waterfall,

Stories of unusual experiences, 

in the breeze of palm too.

 it's a momentary tale, 

woven in the breezy feel

Every sound beat echoes, 

like a rustling of the plants.

In the tapestry of time, 

where memories reside,

We’ll move through the chapters, 

with the truth as our guide.

Pages turn like a seasonal shift, 

painted gold and prisma deep,

Each adventure whispers,

 what the words can't say.

From the first hello to the last goodbye,

Every fleeting moment, like a flashpoint.

So let’s hold on to the vision, 

and the common ground,

that we’ve shared with,

In the tale of our true self,

every truth’s declared.

With every step we take, 

the journey unfolds,

In the clicks of our memories, 

Our story is told.

So here’s to the moments, 

both big and small,

In this untold tale, 

we’ll dig into things unusual.

With insight as our compass, 

we’ll never lose our way,

In the ups & downs of our journey, 

our perspectives are unique,

our perceptions are so deep.

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