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I gazed at that feeling as it flew past my eyes,

Like a never-ending tale softly told in disguise.


I knew she was never meant to be mine—

For I am the burning noon,

And she, the soothing night.


Why do I give her so much of my thought,

When she only shows me I’m easily forgot?


We met for a few fleeting days I can count,

But their echo still haunts me—deep and profound.


I know I was never destined for her,

Yet deep inside, I longed for the rare and the blur.


Perhaps this bond was written in ages past,

A moment reborn, not meant to last.


We see the same moon in the sky each night—

But she is someone’s love,

And I am someone’s light.


And who told the world that love is two souls near?

It’s not—it’s a ripple of longing and fear:

For the one we never touched, yet can’t forget,

For the one we never held, yet still regret,

For a promise made in dreams—and unmet.

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