Raindrops on my glass,
A familiar ache sets in,
Lonely nights linger.
Each drop like a tear,
Of the laughter we once shared,
That fades in the wind.
Faded photographs,
Now ghosts of lost memories,
Veiled in twilight's fog.
Your favorite song plays,
Murmurs of our past love tale.
Lingering, then gone.
In the midnight hour,
I stare at the moon's pale face,
Where my heart still mourns.
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Soul's Reflections
PoetryJourney through a series of haikus that echo the soul's journey across love, heritage, liberation, and identity. In just a few lines, each poem reveals a piece of a broader story, reflecting on the depth of cultural roots, the pulse of self-discover...
