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Jan 28
Under the silvered light, I stand alone
A figure etched, against the moon's pale throne
The night air whispers secrets, in my ear
Of dreams and longing, of love and fear

My heart, a canvas, painted with the hues
Of memories and moments, forever imbued
The moon's gentle beams, illuminate the past
And in its light, I see the love that will forever last

In this quiet hour, I search for answers deep
For the mysteries of the heart, and the secrets we keep
The moon above, a witness to my soul
Listens as I whisper, my deepest hopes and goals

In the stillness, I find a peace that's true
A sense of calm, that only the night can do
The moon's soft light, a balm to my heart
A reminder that even in darkness, love will never depart.

28.01.2025
Isaac afunadhula
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Isaac afunadhula  20/M/kireaka
(20/M/kireaka)   
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