The Lost Star's Plea
A silver tear, upon the midnight's face,
A fallen star, that whispers through the breeze,
"O, love, return, to this forsaken place,"
Where memory's pale phantom finds no ease.
Like shattered glass, my heart reflects your glare,
A fractured moon, in sigh's endless water,
Where shadows dance, and steal away the night,
And leave but echoes, of what was inside.
©bfa022625
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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