Even in the expanse of the sky's embrace,
The dawn laments.
Though consoled by scattered clouds,
It grieves in the void for a love that vanished in a blink.
Even if warmed by the night's heat,
Even if countless roses are offered,
The depth of the wound penetrates to the core.
With the passing of time,
The falling and drying of leaves,
With every song of the sorrowful bird,
With every music of a broken guitar,
Countless mournings.
Though the poet's love has vanished,
The pen always has ink,
Even if it's a story of a blink...🌚✨02182026 ©LanZhan
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