In the radiance of pale stars, as in deathly eyes -
Inexorable, cold dispassion;
The last ray of dawn barely glimmers in the clouds,
As a memory of past happiness.
My soul is filled with silent twilight:
Neither passion, nor love with their sweet torment, -
Everything has frozen in my chest... only the feeling of being
Torments with lifeless boredom.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: April 1st, 2025 07:03
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
Beautiful words set the feeling in this poem. Wonderful!
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