maybe the heart feels longing
when shadows draw near
the wistful smile of memory
lingers
there is a song playing in the background
an emotion spent
tugs at the strings
waking to the dawn
a cloud wanders across the sky
not alone, or wide awake
sleep feels its way out the door
a flower's petals drop
one by one
when shadows draw near
the wistful smile of memory
lingers
there is a song playing in the background
an emotion spent
tugs at the strings
waking to the dawn
a cloud wanders across the sky
not alone, or wide awake
sleep feels its way out the door
a flower's petals drop
one by one
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