In the Quiet Hours of Longing: Anticipating the Return of a Beloved Soul

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In the stillness of the evening glow,
Whispers of time begin to slow,
I find myself in a reverie deep,
Where memories of you gently seep.

The stars above, they softly gleam,
Illuminating dreams that seem,
To dance upon the silver night,
In hopes that you’ll return to sight.

Each moment stretches like the sea,
Tides of longing wash over me,
Yet in this wait, a hope resides,
That soon you’ll walk by my side.

The moon casts shadows on the floor,
A silent witness to adore,
Until the dawn brings you near,
I’ll hold this vigil, yearn sincere.

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