In the Stillness of Fado
Unspoken Melodies
By a broken heartPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
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Fado lingers, a mournful sigh,
On empty chairs, beneath the moonlit sky.
Each note a tear, echoing the pain,
Of love's lost song, left whispering in the rain.
Your voice, a phantom melody, unheard,
Haunted by chords, left unspoken, unstirred.
Guitar strings vibrate with memories untold,
A story unfinished, forever growing cold.
Will the music fade, lost in the dawn's light?
Can new melodies rise, from the depths of night?
In the stillness of fado, the heart yearns to mend,
To sing again, and learn to love, without end.
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a broken heart
I write poems to express my feelings since 2020... and now I'm going to start posting them! Love you all :)
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