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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On the edge of the sand I sit alone in perpetual solitude where I am least without you. Embracing a worn out sweater I recall your name written in the stars. I recall your life ,carved upon my heart This heart which never lived to feel love's depth. Smudged lashes flutter , as fallen dewdrops trickle across the pale glow of my cheek. I gasp for air , Still holding to a dream which died ever so slow before it was ever born. With heavy eye-lids I gaze into a starry -sky awaiting the moon to move on. Because I know , the moon always moves on . But tonight, tonight is the longest of dark nights Tonight , every spirit is silent , and everything is still. It seems to me but yesterday , you were here by my side I believed We'd come to be yet We never will. Maybe in a tomorrow , a fragrant wind would breathe its zephyr breeze upon the crimson of my lips But I know , It would not be your kiss . Or maybe ,I would hear a hush-hushed whisper just beneath my ear , but I know , it would not be your song which sprinkles everlasting bliss. It seems to me but yesterday , you were here by my side. I believed We'd come to be , yet we never will. Maybe in a day after , or ever after The small red lighthouse brings back your sails to land amd Our footprints lead the path to where the cherry blossom stands But till then , empty is the womb which births your touch from wafts of waves. Sterile is the sea which knows your name. Till then , aborted is each thought which owns this soul, Till then I would not be here. Our world would be forsaken. Till then , every remembrance of who We are would all be gone. A revised repost...
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