******* once cradled my blooming heart, whispered secrets to the moon's art.
Now their warmth, a distant stream,
Leaves my soul to cold night's dream.
I lie alone on shadows' loom,
speaking softly to the gloom.
Archetypes fade, yet love endures,
even when heaven feels unsure.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 1:04 AM UTC
******* once cradled my blooming heart, whispered secrets to the moon's art.
Now their warmth, a distant stream,
Leaves my soul to cold night's dream.
I lie alone on shadows' loom,
speaking softly to the gloom.
Archetypes fade, yet love endures,
even when heaven feels unsure.
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