Within the depths of my solitude,
The moon sings its sweet, sombre symphony,
Amidst the aroma of petrichor in a summer night,
Evoking an inner flame of love,
A promise of tenacity in tears
The murky forest of sorrow,
Where I seem to drown in,
In an enticing spell of gloom
For profound beauty is found,
In that very same fog,
The mud of melancholia,
That those who dream,
Submerge themselves in
The haven of unspoken words,
Inside partitioned rooms,
Amidst the twilight sky,
Lit with warm and dim yellow light,
A girl bawling her tears,
Next to her candle lit desk,
Evoking an apocalyptic storm of agony,
Burrowed deep within her heart
As to find out,
What it means to feel connected,
To be loved,
To be caressed,
In a world which seemingly neglects,
Neglects her inner flame
And so she sings to the moon,
Gazing upon the stars,
Hoping surely that the moon will sing back,
“Tell me, moon, will you echo my kind words?”
For her affection for the world,
Runs like the flow of the river,
And drifts like the clouds in a sunny day,
As it awaits dusk
To be there for others,
Amidst her otherness,
Even when others weren't there for her,
She drops to her knees,
And releases a cascade of sobs,
And whispers shakingly
I'll be here for you,
Whenever you need it,
Even if I am alone,
I found that I am together,
In my longing,
In my solitude
A common thread is seen,
In my solitude,
A unity of souls,
Within the tides of the sea,
An unfolding of reunion
Even when endeavours,
Pull us astray,
Fleeting deceptions away from the self,
We come together,
In this mud of melancholy,
As the moonlight shines brightly on the bare skin
That even in the company of love,
I find it still lingering,
With compassion,
As I bond through it,
A bond through suffering
And so I feel connected,
As this very moon,
Speaks to my longing,
Greater than anything ever can
As I stare into this darkness,
I see a glimmer of light,
Which contains the sorrows of all lonely souls out there,
In warm, dim yellow lit rooms,
Screaming their gentle symphony,
At the nightly sky
Hoping that the tunnel of light,
Echoes back somewhere far away,
Amidst the midnight sky,
To catch the tears of those fallen,
Imbuing them with softly spoken moonlight
To not be the person that is absent,
The person who loves,
But to become one with them,
The person who wanders,
What the world means to me,
And what the world means to you,
What the world means,
The world’s beauty,
It means to us
As the universe speaks to itself,
Yearning to find itself,
In this same vast forest,
We find ourselves wandering in.
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