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Beneath the moonlit well, memories reside,
Like sunken treasures, where emotions hide.
Each ripple reflects, a stolen embrace,
A whispered secret, etched on love's cold face.
Laughter's ghost descends, a spectral balloon,
Floating through darkness, amplifying the gloom.
I reach for its string, but grasp only air,
The echo of joy, replaced by despair.
Can these memories be released, set free from the well?
Or will they forever drown, a story untold, a love that fell?
The moon casts its light, a beacon of hope above,
Guiding me onward, to heal, and learn to love.
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About the Creator
a broken heart
I write poems to express my feelings since 2020... and now I'm going to start posting them! Love you all :)
Comments (2)
This was such a wonderful poem! Loved it!
The ending was very optimistic and uplifting. Loved your poem!