The night will never be silent;
the whistle of the wind,
the rustle of leaves,
even the dead silence
All speak your name,
and remind me
of how much i miss you
Which i myself does not know.


I have allied with the night
and plead to stop
bringing you to me
For even the thought
of our distance
trembles my knees.


I have been reminded
of you once again
This has been
one of the countless times
and i have lost count,
since you left.
The night brought you to me
I am in emptiness,
in a vortex of pristine nostalgia,
But in all of this,
still i am filled.



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