In the twilight's hush, where shadows belong,
Where crickets sing their sorrowful song,
Their tiny voices weave a mournful tale,
Of love lost and dreams that have turned pale.
Beneath the moon's soft glow, they gather near,
Their symphony of sadness fills the air,
With every chirp, a heartache is revealed,
A melancholy melody that won't be healed.
Their tiny wings tremble with each note sung,
As if their souls are burdened and undone,
They serenade the night with woeful cries,
A lullaby of longing beneath starry skies.
Oh, where crickets sing their sorrowful song,
The world listens in silence all night long,
For in their lament lies a truth untold,
Of love's sweet ache and stories left to unfold.
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Poetry collection
Poetrycollection of some of my original poems dark, deep, joy filled, sorrowful and so on hope you enjoy.
