Take my hand—
not as a promise,
but as a beginning,
where silence bends into breath,
and the weight of the world softens.
There is no map
for this kind of walking—
just footsteps drawn
in dust and dusk,
our shadows trailing behind like questions.
If you take anything,
let it be the quiet
between my words,
the trembling edge
of trust still learning your name.
Take my hand—
not to lead or follow,
but to walk beside
until the sky forgets
where the horizon ends.
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