I saw the moon burning like the sun,
That burn I felt in my heart.
It ached for a while,
Making me shiver for a longer.
I felt like the moon was going to burn,
But that moon wasn't the one that would get burned;
It'll be the heart.
The heart that had lived under thousands of hopes
And purest emotions,
Which were shuddering.
The moon will not be the one to burn,
But the heart will be the one which will burn soon.
I can feel it burning,
I can feel it aching,
I can see it shivering,
I can feel it tempting,
I can feel it synchronizing.
I can feel every motion in it,
I can feel those apology words to myself
That it waited for too much longer.
I can feel those sorrowful words of it to myself
For living under fake hopes,
For those trials for making it stay,
For that hope that the time will arrive when things will change.
Things get changed,
And it is going to be burning soon.
"It started with heavy rainfall
And
It's ending with a burning moon."
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