There it is, my unknown feelings,
I don't know what this is.
My heart flutters,
a soft tremor, a quiet ache.
It holds me in the silence,
A presence I can’t define.
Neither joy nor sorrow,
but a mixture, a mystery.
It sits somewhere deep,
in a place words cannot touch,
only felt, only known
in the shiver beneath thought.
I reach for it, try to understand,
yet it slips through my grasp,
leaving only traces,
a lingering warmth, a shadowed light.
What is this, I wonder,
this echo of something I cannot see?
A truth waiting to reveal itself,
or just a feeling meant to be?
Neither joy nor sorrow,
but something in between,
a quiet presence,
an unmarked territory of the heart.
It feels like warmth and weight all at once,
a gentle pressing, a distant echo.
A place where thoughts drift, unformed,
where dreams live and yet to be.
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