Yearning Echoes of the Confined Heart

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In silence, walls speak of distant dreams,
Behind iron bars, my heart still screams.
Days stretch long, nights are cold,
In this solitude, stories unfold.

Every letter, a whisper of your voice,
In your absence, there’s little choice.
Time moves slowly, a heavy chain,
In this cell, I feel the strain.

The moonlight dances on the floor,
I trace your face, I can’t ignore.
Memories linger, soft and bright,
Guiding me through the darkest night.

Hope flickers in the shadows cast,
Dreams of freedom, a love to last.
Until the day I’m in your arms,
I’ll hold you close through these alarms.

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