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Friend or my love... Who are you, my dear... Friend or my love... Who are you, my dear... You ask to sleep on my lap...
By Lily💜 about a month ago in Poets
In the quiet of dawn, when dreams are still near, A whisper of hope whispers soft in your ear. The path may be winding, the journey seem long,
Oh, white moon, white moon, Will you cross the sky and come? To play, I need a partner. Oh, white moon, Will you cross the sky
In the laughter we share, in secrets we confide, A bond unyielding, where hearts coincide. Through joys and sorrows, hand in hand we stride,
The dew that is hidden in the flower is a wonder The breeze that embraces the blossoms is a wonder The light that dances in the drop is a wonder
In the quiet of the night, when stars begin to gleam, You open up your pages, to hold my every dream. Bound in leather, worn and soft, a silent, trusted friend,
I am the candle within the four glass walls, Flickering softly as the silent night falls. Loneliness is loneliness, a friend I know well,
In the realm of admiration, there stands my man, With eyes that twinkle like stars in the night's span. His hairstyle, a crown of effortless charm,
In the quiet of dawn, coffee's aroma lingers, Yet your absence leaves my fingers to linger. A hundred days echo with your name,
In silent halls where shadows linger long, The elders sit, remembering days now gone. With wrinkled hands and eyes that tell a tale,
In the quiet of the night, beneath the moon's gentle glow, Lies my dear pillow, where all my emotions flow. It cradles my weary head, with whispers soft and kind,
In the silence of the night, when shadows roam, Know you're not alone, though far from home. In the whisper of the wind and the starry sky above,
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