🌙 "Under the Moonlight
Under the moonlight, my love calls to me
Shadows of longing, too strong to be free
Can’t deny it, can’t pretend
His memory walks beside me till the end
And even when I’m on my way
His echo in my heart will stay
Under the moonlight, I still feel my baby
But then a thought appears…
Is it just a dream, or something real?
Does he walk away, leave me here alone,
While the moonlight hides what I feel?
Oh, heart of mine, so full of pain,
Why must you love in vain?
Why does fate tear love apart,
And steal my baby from my heart?
But for his joy, I won’t resist
I’ll hold my tears, and still persist
To let him go, to set him free
If that’s the love that’s meant to be
Why… why did dreams fade away?
Into another world, another day
My path has changed beneath the moon
Still I walk… with his shadow in tune.
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Ali Sadeek Ahmed
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This is hauntingly beautiful! The line “I’ll hold my tears, and still persist” show such quiet strength! ✨
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