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• Motor Shadows on the Window

  In the quiet room, a thought lingers,
  fingers poised above the keys,
  unsent words hover, then retreat,
  like footsteps fading into silence,
  the motor shadows passing by.

  The message, unspoken, a whisper,
  an echo of what could be,
  the heart pauses, uncertain,
  repeating the same hesitation,
  as the motor shadows glide past.

  Outside, life continues, …

  24 December 2021

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