In the half-light of dawn, where the blankets of fog tenderly caress the earth, words drift like half remembered dreams. As the world outside dissolves in a hushed dance of smoky whites and subtle grays, I find solace in this enveloping mist.
I wrote your name in the condensation, letters half-formed, yet they linger longer than our sentences do, hanging onto this spectral veil.
The window, a misty canvas, refracts my feelings—from passion's vibrant crimson to love's deep azure, it's a kaleidoscope of heartbeats yearning to intertwine and reflect upon each passing whisper.
Outside, the world awakens; two silhouettes are etched into the distance, their trajectory unknown. Perhaps one day, we'll leave together, lost in the undulating fog, our entwined paths erased as new ones bloom.
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