Searching for the
bright star above
reminiscing the past
on the cold breeze
of the night.
closing the shadows
of the troubling mind.
Holding for something
without a trace.
my tears, with the pain,
like a knife strike on my heart.
like a flower without
a ray of sunshine
turning the clouds in
dark without the rain
surely secret undefined the
stretch of the little rough
letters on the
sign of past love.
nonetheless keeping my
promise to keep and
to stay away.
Orig poem -March 2021-credited
to steem community
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