The leaves tell
Of the flower's death
Of the hours spent
In this graveyard
No one tending to its pain
No one tending to its shame
Your eyes tell
Of a star's death
Its house drained
Of old memories
Of the night holding within its claim
The light pending to pay its debt
°🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*・ Zăpadă, ceață și lumini de sărbătoare ・*࿔ೃ.⋆🫧°
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