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Longing for the Moon

Not a poem... just a lingering ache,
The wind stays cold, tilting the forlorn sky.
Without moonlight, I wander and break,
The moon of old feels centuries gone by.

Is the cold outside, or the frost in my heart?
The empty streets shiver with silent cries.
That moon’s name—whispered, tearing me apart,
Does the street hear, or the darkness deny?

A fleeting figure, a shadow I mistake,
A hint of the moon, yet just a passing breeze.
My eyes grow hollow, in sorrow’s swift wake,
Every light now dims, as hope starts to freeze.

I miss the moon, yet days slip and fade,
I can’t hold on to the past, not even once.
Oh, if time could rewind, just half a cascade,
I’d vow to keep the moon’s brilliance unsworn.

Street, tell me, where has the moonlight gone?
I’m lost, adrift in this infinite void.
The slender moon calls from skies forlorn,
I long for it... yet it stays out of reach.