TW: In the verses of this tale, no cautionary whispers prevail, For within lies only a saga of lovers entwined in their tale. Yet, do not anticipate oft to uncover such tender hues, For my verses, oft bedecked in sorrow, refuse to be subdued.
(Should you spy any flaw, kindly let me know, Suggestions, like whispers, help our verses grow. Yet, hate's heavy burden, I've felt its blow, No more of its weight do I wish to stow.)
In the vast expanse where heavens collide,
Two love stories unfold, side by side.
The moon, in her ethereal glow,
Finds solace in the sea's ebb and flow.
Their love is whispered in the gentle tide,
In the moonbeam's caress, they confide.
A dance of longing, a silent vow,
In the depths of the ocean, they find their now.
But high above, in the realm of light,
The sun and stars share a love so bright.
The sun's warmth ignites the stars' desire,
In a symphony of passion, they never tire.
Yet their love is marred by cosmic decree,
For day and night can never be free.
Bound to their realms, they yearn to unite,
In the endless cycle of day and night.
Though their love is hidden in the morning's haze,
In the twilight's embrace, they share their gaze.
For in the quiet moments before dawn,
Their love shines bright, though worlds apart, drawn.
So let the moon and sea dance in delight,
And the sun and stars embrace the night.
For in their love, across the sky,
They find beauty in the eternal goodbye.
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Echoes of the Unspoken
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