The nights are long, the stars don’t speak,
The moon stares and the sky is witnessing.
I wonder, where..
Where does the river of love we once nurtured, go?
All that’s left, a hollow song,
Playing all the words of wanting you,
Though you have been gone, forever.
I loved you in the quiet hours,
Where only sky witnessed every love song I played
And where the world forgot my name for a little while.
And in that short hush between heartbeats,
I called you, my love, but you never came.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC
The nights are long, the stars don’t speak,
The moon stares and the sky is witnessing.
I wonder, where..
Where does the river of love we once nurtured, go?
All that’s left, a hollow song,
Playing all the words of wanting you,
Though you have been gone, forever.
I loved you in the quiet hours,
Where only sky witnessed every love song I played
And where the world forgot my name for a little while.
And in that short hush between heartbeats,
I called you, my love, but you never came.
Farewell, I love you, I always do.
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