The evening looked serene
The sunset was usual
The silver moon was half covered by clouds
The stars were scattered just so casual
The road seemed longer
Yearning for its favorite companion perhaps
Time stood still, reluctant to elapse
And then it was the ears longing for its patron—
The voice which makes it complete
The heart which was perhaps missing its own beat…
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
The evening looked serene
The sunset was usual
The silver moon was half covered by clouds
The stars were scattered just so casual
The road seemed longer
Yearning for its favorite companion perhaps
Time stood still, reluctant to elapse
And then it was the ears longing for its patron—
The voice which makes it complete
The heart which was perhaps missing its own beat…
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