𝑀𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒶 𖠇𖠌𖠇 :
"I have this":
I can write the saddest lines tonight,
feeling the wind beat against my pane,
while the immense night spins its light,
and distance washes our tomorrow down the drain.
To think I do not have her, to feel that she is gone.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew on the lawn,
shining in the dark like a lone star above her.
It is so little that I have to offer to the wind,
but my voice searches for a way to reach your ear,
anchoring in memory this feeling from deep within,
seeking in the distance who I once was when you were near.
The very same sky stains our faces with dark traces,
we, the ones from back then, are no longer the same,
yet I keep in my memory those intimate places,
that cross the silence and conquer the pain.
2026-06-28 18:04:20