Arisa K Photography
In The Quiet of The Moor
In the hush of amber grass, where the day exhales its light,
Two souls lean close between the fading breath of night.
Her silence speaks in shadows, soft as drifting lace,
While the wind forgets its wandering just to linger in her face.
His gaze, a quiet question, held between their hands,
As if time itself has loosened all its careful, binding strands.
No need for words to gather what their stillness already knows—
That love can live in glances where no restless language goes.
The world beyond lies distant, blurred in gold and gray,
But here, within this moment, nothing slips away.
Only fingers intertwined, and a promise left unspoken—
That even in the quiet, something infinite is woven.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rq_SOKmyVk&list=RD2rq_SOKmyV...
In The Quiet of The Moor
In the hush of amber grass, where the day exhales its light,
Two souls lean close between the fading breath of night.
Her silence speaks in shadows, soft as drifting lace,
While the wind forgets its wandering just to linger in her face.
His gaze, a quiet question, held between their hands,
As if time itself has loosened all its careful, binding strands.
No need for words to gather what their stillness already knows—
That love can live in glances where no restless language goes.
The world beyond lies distant, blurred in gold and gray,
But here, within this moment, nothing slips away.
Only fingers intertwined, and a promise left unspoken—
That even in the quiet, something infinite is woven.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rq_SOKmyVk&list=RD2rq_SOKmyV...