Silent Epistles
My heart is an aching oasis, unveiling unsent epistles~
enveloped in apologies and memoirs of the past.
Yet, I seek the moon’s verses, erased by searing tears,
dragging clouds of doubt with silver shadows cast.
But perhaps these metaphors of regret weigh too heavy,
and loving in sea-swept silence, is my destined retreat.
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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