Sometimes there's this uneasy feeling that I often get inside my chest. It then moves to my heart...as a result...I sometimes find myself wondering in the starry sky above,just staring with a blanked mind.
The heart yearns for you, it misses you,like the flower misses the sun in the depths of winter, and how the sweet nightingale wishes morning to come as early as possibly.
As mighty as the heart is, it yields to the absolute will of the emptiness that was left. What was once to be believed as a joyful and happy place,has been left with nothing but emptiness and sorrow among the withered flowers that once bloomed in its garden.
Hope guides me, through the endless nights and days of loneliness...that maybe there will be a time when I can find a new joyful and happy place to fill the emptiness that was left ages ago.
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