In haste, I ran, chasing sorrow's tide,
Each tear, a whisper from heavens wide.
Desperate, I gathered each droplet's cry,
As if redemption lay in the storm's dark eye.
Oh, how foolish, how daft I must seem,
Bottling anguish in a futile dream.
A futile dance beneath the weeping sky,
With each raindrop, a part of me did die.
Yet, the clouds dispersed, the thunder ceased,
Leaving me alone, my pain increased.
No solace found in this endless chase,
For sorrow's grip refused release.
And so I stand, beneath the vacant blue,
Empty bottles in hand, dreams askew.
A sad spectacle of futile tries,
As each tear falls, another part of me dies.
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ONE SHOTS - to the moon and back
شِعر❝ Under the moon's gentle glow, I'd journey beyond the stars and back, just to feel your touch again.❞ ─── .｡*.:｡✧*.｡☽*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡─── Perched upon the window sill, you gaze into the deepening twilight. A smile unfurls across your face as you marvel...
