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She is not with me. I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I write, for example: &quot;The night is starry&quot; and the stars shiver, in the distance, and thousands of echoes of silent desires
Find shelter under the dark cloak of the sky,
The night wind returns to stellar realms and sings an ancient melody.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes, in the depths of silence, she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms under the starry cloak,
I kissed her many times under the infinite sky, each kiss an invocation of the stars,
And each touch turned into a cosmic waltz in the infinite night.
She loved me, and sometimes, in the secret whisper of the heart, I loved her too,
You must love her large, deep eyes, like the abysses of the universe, sparkling with unknown mysteries.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
When the respite of thoughts dries up in the void created by her absence,
I feel that I lost her, and this night, deep as an abyss,
Is more boundless without her, each shadow creeping like a broken dream.
The verse penetrates deep into the soul, like dew that drips secretly on the lawns of shadows,
It doesn't matter that my love couldn't keep her, wrapping her in an eternal harp.
The night is starry, and among the stars, she is not with me, the mystery of the living sky remains unshared,
That's all. In the distance, someone sings, far from the core of my trembling,
And the song deepens the silence of the night, accentuating the void she left behind.
My soul does not regret losing her, for boundless love continues to live,
My gaze searches for her among falling meteors, but she is not with me.
The same night that envelops the same trees guarding the silence,
We, who we were then, are no longer the same, our spirits changed by ceaseless longing.
I no longer love her, it's true, but how much I loved her, like a marvelous dream!
My voice sought the wind to reach her ears, to touch her lost soul.
She will belong to someone else, as before my kisses, the stars whispering their secrets to other hearts.
Her voice, her ethereal body, her boundless eyes.
I no longer love her, it's true, but perhaps I still love her, a corner of my heart murmuring still for her.
Love is so short, and forgetting, an endless journey.
And because on nights like this I held her in my arms under the ancient stars,
My soul does not regret losing her irresistible heartbeats.
Although this is the last pain she leaves, a sigh of the heart,
And these are the last verses I write, a covenant with eternal silence.
On this night, moving like an ocean, I lose myself in the depth of memories,
And the nostalgia of poetry tightens around me like a cloak of silvery mist,
Trying to encapsulate in words all that was and all that will never be,
Each verse becoming an incantation of magical melancholy.
I loved you with an intensity that surpasses even the echoes of the stars,
And even now, in the heart of this endless night,
My soul travels among memories, searching for your shadow among constellations.
Time has passed like ocean waves on the shore, scattering in the sands of memories,
And I have learned that love is an ephemeral story but eternal in its temporary brilliance,
A flame that burns, illuminating depths and heights that I keep in my soul.
Every distant song, every whisper of the wind reminds me of you, of our love,
Now just an echo of a time that was and will remain unforgettable.
I know we can no longer be who we once were, but refuge in these verses
Brings a drop of magic to my sadness, an elixir for my broken heart.
May these words be my last tears for a love that burned too brightly,
And thus, I open the gates to a new dawn, leaving behind this sad and melancholic night,
In this final waltz of a longing that was, and will always be a star in my soul.
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