In the whispering solitude
I would had died alone
The time of despair
Would had passed anyhow.

Still the wings of hope
Made me fly so far
Beneath I felt nothing
And was far from everything.

Immaturity my love is
A lesson to be learnt
In the hardest way
Yet I see a new sun.

The new moon will
Never know how
The most faithfull
Fall for the Crescent moon.
©awrd_writes