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The sun no longer rises,
The earth has stilled beneath my feet;
Yet still I walk, and wait—for you.
The moon has vanished from the skies,
The wind no longer sings its tune,
But my heart, it won’t stop pounding.

Here and now, I make my vow:
I’ll run through fire, shatter bone,
Tear down cities, conquer thrones—
Yet never beg, nor plead, nor bind
Your soul to love that must be free.
66 · 2d
Tired
Tired of poems, of stories told,
Of chasing dreams that never hold.
Of ends and starts that feel the same,
A hollow echo with no name.

I long to lose myself in crowds,
Where silence lives beneath the loud.
To find a place I’d call my own,
A hearth, a heart, a kind of home.

To play again with skies so wide,
No weight to bear, no need to hide.
To walk a beach with naked feet,
Or climb where sky and summit meet.

But if not joy, then let me weep,
And sob until the hurt runs deep.
For all the dark I cannot flee,
The storm that still resides in me.
18 · 7h
The Boat
Even beneath a billion stars,
The little boat floats, hollow at heart.
Afraid of the sea’s unspoken wrath,
It dares not drown, nor chart a path.

Its only friend — the silent helmsman,
Yet even he cannot break the hush within.
It waits... for the moon to light the tide,
For the wind to hush, and fear to subside.

— The End —