Night

Night,
drenched in my loneliness,
questioning 

the empty sky,
the lost stars,
the invisible moon.

Who’s mine, she asks?

the wind, 
once very dear
is numb tonight

clouds,
no Sir, they got no words.

Its sheer cold
But what’s burning?

Is that your heart?
Oh, but how

how come this fire 
from the ashes 
Evolve
in the freezing night.

A trace of love
Or a ray of hope

But they have all long gone?
Or Not?

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