In the echoes of a shattered tune,
A broken heart, a waning moon.
Silent sobs in the night's embrace,
A mosaic of love, now misplaced.
Fractured pieces, a painful art,
The ache that lingers, tearing apart.
Yet from the ruins, strength may start,
A healing journey from a broken heart.
A broken heart, a waning moon
© Copyright: Светлана Бедункевич, 2023
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