Flowing dress and smiling eyes
rings and breathless promises
moonlit hopes and sunlit sighs
starstruck skies without limits
How did we become
a song without sound
a story without words
a future without history
Stranded by aborted journey
my path fell off the earth
despair gave birth to itself
night swallowed day
Littered streets of sacred dreams
shivering windswept shadows
rainbows in black-and-white
illusions without magic
The crush of my solitude
froze the elegance of sharing
whatever happened to you
happened without me
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