🍁A Season's Fading Bloom🍁
There was a season when my rose, though bloomed, was pale,
The sunbeam fainted, never having truly smiled.
The moon wept silently, a mournful, whispered wail,
And stars did question why my heart, by grief beguiled,
Had known a love so fleeting, fragile, and so frail.
A path of sorrow, where no turning could avail,
A pallid past, like withered leaves, devoid of grace.
My heart, a crescent moon, would cling to hope's faint trail,
Until a blossom, pure and blush, could fill this space,
And lead me to a love that truly will prevail...🌚✨02182026 ©LanZhan 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳
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