The last time I stared at the moon
I feel so sad and alone maybe because
I have these bits of knowledge that life is like
a series of moon and waves; The moon who knew our deepest secrets is like dictating the waves setting an avalanche of battles. I know people leave but I have you here. The person who introduced me the sun and who made me realize how beautiful the sunrise is.
And as I stand here with you, looking at the moon listening to the soothing sound of waves. The moon no longer makes me feel sad, it now excites me more. For I know that after the moon, the sun will rise, and you are here.
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Ephemeral Echoes
PoetryCreating these pages are like carving my own unfathomable thoughts. It's an exploration of love-whether gifted by others or cultivated within. Each page represents a facet of myself, carried with me wherever I go, or sometimes left behind in attempt...
