Pinky Promise

小指之约 A poem in 2 languages: English | 中文

In the dark, we stand so still,
Wrapped in silence, cold and chill,
Memories you do not yet know,
Like fragile threads, your fingers grow.

I offer you my weathered hand,
Blue-veined, cracked, like desert sand.
I’ve held too much, too much let go,
A silent weight you’ll come to know.

You bow your head, and in this space,
We seal our bond with soft embrace,
A promise, not of words, but skin,
A secret vow we hold within.

This is our contract, pure and true,
Beneath a moon we never knew,
A thread that ties us, fine as breath,
Yet stronger than the pull of death.

Do you sense, in this frail clasp,
The future that our fingers grasp?
Not a secret, but a tale,
Spun from whispers, thin and pale.

We wear this promise like a chain,
A bond we cannot break or feign,
Even when the stars grow cold,
We’ll carry it, forever told.

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小指之约

黑暗中我们默然伫立，
沉静包裹，空气凝滞，
你尚未承载的记忆，
指尖如细线，向未知延展。

我伸出这只苍老的手，
青筋凸显，裂痕如荒丘，
握得太紧，放得太少，
你终将懂得，这沉重的微妙。

你低下头，在此刻交汇，
触碰间承诺悄然锁定，
言语无声，肌肤见证，
隐秘誓言藏于心门。

这是我们的契约，纯净如初，
在那不知名的月下缔结，
一缕气息将我们相连，
脆弱如风，却强过生死之间。

你可感知这微妙的握紧，

未来在指尖轻轻撰写？
这不是秘密，而是故事，
低语成线，细弱又无形。

我们戴上这承诺如锁链，
无论如何无法挣断，
即使群星渐寒寂灭，
这誓言，永恒不变。

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