Morning melody, conducted by fresh mist between woods,
Birds flying around, seeking their needs for the day.
Afternoon begins, and everything slows,
Time ticks reluctantly, whispering,
"Not time to rest yet."
Night falls; everything turns blind,
Yet bats, they know the time to shine—
Even without light, they see.
A day spent so simple, so wonderful—
My tears shouldn’t appear,
If only my heart couldn’t sense
The painful demands of more.
One day, oh one day...
When the time comes and my tears can no longer fall,
I will fly and sing amidst the morning mist
Or beneath the moonlight’s kiss,
Freeing my heart from the burden
Of being human.
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 8:00 AM UTC
Morning melody, conducted by fresh mist between woods,
Birds flying around, seeking their needs for the day.
Afternoon begins, and everything slows,
Time ticks reluctantly, whispering,
"Not time to rest yet."
Night falls; everything turns blind,
Yet bats, they know the time to shine—
Even without light, they see.
A day spent so simple, so wonderful—
My tears shouldn’t appear,
If only my heart couldn’t sense
The painful demands of more.
One day, oh one day...
When the time comes and my tears can no longer fall,
I will fly and sing amidst the morning mist
Or beneath the moonlight’s kiss,
Freeing my heart from the burden
Of being human.
My tears make ink never turn dry.
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