Chapter 8 of 30

7 January 2025

365 A Year58 words~1 min read

Every night, I gaze into the sky,

At the moon, it shines so high,

It whispers to me her name and face,

A reminder of our lost days base.

The pain still lingers, the longing still there,

My heart aches with each passing care,

But in the moon's soft silvery light,

I see her image, forever in sight.

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