Aug 17
Even in love, my heart feels low,
A quiet ache I can’t let go.
Sadness drifts like passing rain,
It clouds the sky but leaves no stain.
The sun still waits beyond the pain.
A quiet ache I can’t let go.
Sadness drifts like passing rain,
It clouds the sky but leaves no stain.
The sun still waits beyond the pain.
(17/M)
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