
The moon's tears for the sun's destruction
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Tonight will have no light.
The moon comes to you to mourn the loss of the sun.
Tonight, the world will become still and darkness will pull down our souls into an ocean of sorrow.
Tonight, the ocean will tell you all it knows.
Tonight is a flame.
As the sun is extinguished, so too do the colors of our pain rise like flames.
As a river of remembrance runs through this cold dark world, the sounds of the ancients strike us with every beat, every second, and every hour.
The stars reflect our hopes and dreams. The stars represent the vision of those who are lost and forgotten.

Memories of our past failures give birth to nostalgia.
As the days pass, they wither away like dry, burned leaves.
Tonight is the night to listen.
Tonight is a binding force of music for the shadows.
As we dance between love and pain, our souls will dissolve into eternity—but will continue to exist.
About the Creator
BHUMI
Turn every second into a moment of happiness.



Comments (1)
"Memories of our past failures give birth to nostalgia." Oooo, that line was so deep. Loved your poem!