pardon me if i sleep so tightly at night. you say the moon felt forlorn unwatched by us. but that same moon was where we danced when the seven stars lit the stage of dreams we had. i dont worry of the many words i missed to say or failed to hear, because every time the curtains fall, a day ends, i hear you with the softness of a voice unsung, humming a note you have yet to finish, a poem i have yet to write..
i never kept count of the 365 ways you have shown your love, but i know they were enough to keep me strong whole year round. and then a few days more, i know, the sun will keep coming, finding a place for you, of you each time...
Enchanting lullaby
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