Some feelings float like feathered air,
Too light to hold, but always there.
They drift through silence, soft and wide,
And build their echoes deep inside.
Some burn like stars behind the skin,
They glow so bright, but ache within.
A smile may hide the sparks they spill,
But in the quiet, they are still.
Some never find the words to speak,
So they sit gently on your cheek—
A tear, a sigh, a sudden pause,
A storm without a known cause.
But every feeling—sharp or sweet—
Is proof the soul has not been beat.
For hearts that feel in quiet ways
Are brave in more than they can say.
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