The bright light of the silver moon filters through the curtains,
and spreads across the duvet, like knife to butter.
And a soft breeze drifts through the window,
carrying your whispers from a million miles away.
I stare into the starlit sky, wondering.
Is there any hope?
And as I wonder, my eyelids begin to flutter,
as the night sky sings a soft lullaby.
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