Heart Ache

CrEaTiVe WrItInG

Dazzling are the stars that shine at night,

flecks of silver frolicking in the sky.

Sitting under the willow

I strike up a tune of melancholy

while my mind ascends to heaven harmoniously.

Where is my heart?

Dilapidated as it may be

It is still as gentle as a rose bud.

The star's glistening plea

falls deftly on broken glass.

I am crushed by the sound of a distant motocycle

taking route 12 by force.

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