Whispering winds

christian morris

08 Apr 2026 — 1 min read

Whispering winds in the morning light remind me of your soft whispers in the night— of all the times you told me that everything would be alright. Now the dawn is quiet. The wind still speaks, but there are no words, no gentle whisper left that can truly do justice to the love we shared then. Because what we had was more than language could hold— something felt in the silence, in the spaces between heartbeats, in the way your voice could make the whole world soften. And though morning comes without you, I still carry those whispers with me— not as echoes of what was lost, but as proof that a love like ours once existed at all.

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