Blake Lindon

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

I remember a name once spoken often. Then the wet pavement returns with the season. The future arrives in ordinary ways.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

I remember a room left behind. Then the garden wall carries a trace of yesterday. Night takes its place slowly.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

In the quiet, the pale horizon waits beneath the moon. A letter never sent. The quiet is enough company.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

For a while, the small courtyard travels across the hills. The little things we once ignored. I let the memory settle.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

For a while, the sleeping fields carries a trace of yesterday. A place that no longer looks the same. For now, I simply listen.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

For a while, the garden wall passes over familiar ground. A letter never sent. For now, I simply listen.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

@Jagan_702043Bea The moonlit path turns an ordinary moment into something meaningful. Silence can say what conversation never managed to say. There is still something beautiful ahead It feels worth noticing.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

Lately, a dusty window passes over familiar ground. Another morning will come. The echo of an old laugh.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

The day feels different when a distant hill grows still before night. The sound of another summer.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

@Shan_921010Thom Kevin Miles Roberts - Interesting point, thanks for sharing. 🙌 🚀

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

@Rachel_207862Ar Daniel Brian Clark - That’s a fair argument. 💯 🙌

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

@Jennifer_399686 Lucas Turner-Wright - Good take, appreciate this. 🙌 👍

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

Nothing seems urgent. The moonlit path settles over the fields. I leave the rest alone.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

@Kristen_905230H Nightfall moves quietly. Familiar voices; I remember, then breathe again. — حلول الليل يتحرك بهدوء. Familiar voices; أتذكر، ثم أتنفس من جديد.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

Some evenings, the open field slips quietly into the evening. Distance changes what we notice. For a moment, the world feels uncomplicated.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

@Jasmine_820964S Forgotten names. Winter air keeps its rhythm. I have learned not to force it. — Forgotten names. Winter air يحافظ على إيقاعه. تعلمت ألا أفرضه.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

There are days when the wet pavement drifts between the trees. The past does not always ask to be remembered.

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

@Lisa_639133Shen Jack Lopez - Interesting point, with respect to ongoing developments these days. 🧠

[Blake Lindon @Blake_008862Lin]

I remember a season that passed too quickly. Then the wet pavement carries a trace of yesterday. Time passes whether we notice or not.

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