This moonlit lake tonight
Devoid of ripples of life;
Flows away so gently, humbly, yet cruelly,
Trying not to show its might.
The cityscape is now a blur
A thousand lights shine from afar;
As I stand here recklessly,
Crying in my golden hour.
The constellations ever so bright,
Wash away my pain and guilt when upon me they shower.
This moonlit lake tonight has once again mended my shattered heart,
Oh ! But how well it knows -
For eons and eons to come
There will be summers of sorrows,
And summers of scars.
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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚)
Poetry"𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦 ; 𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 ; 𝘈 𝘱𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺"