It's 4 o'clock/
And I'm already writing letters to the moon/
During my midnight walk/
When the doves begin to croon,
I'll burn the words in moonlight/
And bid the empty park good night.
Though it was 5 years ago when you told me
"We'll meet under the starry skies"
I still come here every day foolishly
Hoping you'll surprise
I can almost hear you sing
But as the sun rises,
I realize it's yet another dream.
Inspired by V and RM's 4 o'clock|
At a dusty park a nameless bird sings, Where are you?
YOU ARE READING
Epiphany
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