I'll walk the road that separates us,
leaving behind the lights of the night,
where the echo of your laughter is still sheltered
and at each step, the memory collapses.
The stars are silent witnesses
of loves that bloom in the distance,
in my hands, fragile and fearful,
the guitar sounds with its sweet longing.
I'll pluck the strings through the fog,
whispering chords that the wind carries away,
each note a beat, each verse a strand,
of a dream woven never to break.
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