For ink Empress Nonet contest
I tread a lonesome path, as heartache beats in haunting echoes, searching for solitude. As the world retreats from view, sorrows increase when you're unseen. I've become a ghost on distant shores. Moonlight my last trusted confidant, stars a mentor on silent nights. I hear wayward winds whisper, unspoken soothing rhythms, but vibes feel barren, bare and broken. A sole soul, lost in time.
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