Day 34: 19 January 2024

50 poems a day

In the silence of the night's embrace,

Our interactions fewer, a delicate space.

Your words echoed a somber tune,

In your sadness, I wished to swoon.

 

Not the cause, but still I yearn,

To be the solace for which you turn.

In dreams, find peace, my heart implores,

A listening ear, as your sorrow restores.

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