The moon was gone
wrapped by murky thick clouds.The stars I chased
falling as the raindrops.Pleasing to the ears;
the melody of my heart,
the music for my soul.Like a piece of a song,
I joined him as he cries.This life was exhausting,
everything was suffocating.Lend me air,
I'll breathe again.-км_
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eccedentesiast [poetry ☘]
Poetrye c c e d e n t e s i a s t (n.) someone who hides the pain behind a smile. - [on going] my collection of poems