Beneath a cloudy, moonless night,
Counting stars, we took our flight,
Falling down, they shine so bright,
Yet the wound in our hearts, deeper than night.
A fevered dream, mornings wet with rain,
Longing for those days again,
Held like treasures, not in vain,
In a city of colors, our memories remain.
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Author:
LonPoet(Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2023 11:25
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- Category: Sad
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While this can be sad, your last line infers a bit of happiness, as memories sometimes might be the best we can get. I'd take them any day of the week, for to have love and lost is better to never have loved at all. A beautiful write.
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Beautifully captures the idea of love and longing. Nice write!
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