Through Twilight’s dreams, and Dawn’s first light
a palpitating pursuit chases after thought;
In shadows, cats with whiskered words,
unseen efforts bridge, a flight of birds.
Paths intertwine but never fully cross
murmured echoes ripple with regrets;
For in the search, a futile quest
not for lack of trying, but fleeting grace.
Memories clutch at slender threads
of moments missed, things left unsaid;
of cryptic lines in undulating tales,
of love pursued that fate confines.
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