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Before It Burns



Her voice, thin and clear,

Like an ethereal whisper in a quiet chapel,

And her smile—like a luminous pearl in the velvet sky.


As an old man, I longed for the halcyon peace of childhood,

Gazing at stars, the moon, and you.


What did I lose across the span of time?

Was it love—sublime?

Or a moment of sonder,

In pursuit of a worldly wonder?


Those beautiful eyes—so fleeting,

But the warmth of your hug was real.

There is serenity in the air,

And divinity in my love.

Let us sit and write a poignant poem,

For the ache of not loving enough.


My love, you shed light into my glade,

When I, in fear, let it fade.


Let me hold your hand, just one last time—

I forgot to, back in my prime.


I chased glitter, not grace,

And left behind your embrace.

It was your murmur of love

That guided me through every cove.


Now there’s nothing but the umbra of love,

Burned from divinity’s stove.

Light those old candles once again—

Let me feel peace before it wanes.

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