Without Notice
Without notice, the dawn broke free,
Unveiling skies I couldn't see,
A silent shift, a change so slight,
That stole the stars and left me light.
Without notice, time did pass,
In quiet strides through field and grass,
Like whispers on a summer breeze,
Or autumn’s dance among the trees.
Without notice, the world spins round,
With echoes lost that made no sound,
Steps we took and left behind,
Footprints washed by rain and time.
Without notice, rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and hills of woe,
Carving paths we cannot trace,
Or bind within a single place.
Without notice, hearts grew bold,
Warmed by flames they couldn't hold,
A fleeting touch, a look, a word,
In tones no louder than a bird.
Without notice, shadows fade,
As memories slip into shade,
Leaving only traces slight,
Of all we loved, both day and night.
Without notice, dreams arise,
Soft as dawn's first whispered skies,
We chase their forms, they drift afar,
Bright and distant like a star.
Without notice, life proceeds,
In hidden steps, like scattered seeds,
And though the moments may seem few,
They bloom in ways we never knew.
Unveiling skies I couldn't see,
A silent shift, a change so slight,
That stole the stars and left me light.
Without notice, time did pass,
In quiet strides through field and grass,
Like whispers on a summer breeze,
Or autumn’s dance among the trees.
Without notice, the world spins round,
With echoes lost that made no sound,
Steps we took and left behind,
Footprints washed by rain and time.
Without notice, rivers flow,
Through valleys deep and hills of woe,
Carving paths we cannot trace,
Or bind within a single place.
Without notice, hearts grew bold,
Warmed by flames they couldn't hold,
A fleeting touch, a look, a word,
In tones no louder than a bird.
Without notice, shadows fade,
As memories slip into shade,
Leaving only traces slight,
Of all we loved, both day and night.
Without notice, dreams arise,
Soft as dawn's first whispered skies,
We chase their forms, they drift afar,
Bright and distant like a star.
Without notice, life proceeds,
In hidden steps, like scattered seeds,
And though the moments may seem few,
They bloom in ways we never knew.
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