I wait for the dirge to play its sobbing notes of sorrow
I wish away the grief that I don’t want to swallow
And yet I’ll sit with you; your body hollow
Wishing you back to life.
I wail to the moon and stars my gypsy heart defective
My fists beat my chest; no longer your keeper protective
sending morose squalls of melancholic reflective
Wishing you back to life.
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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