The sadness of your face
haunts me everywhere,
like a shadow in the twilight,
like echoes of old loves.
I wander lost and alone
with my mind distant,
walking along paths
where time is constant.
There's so much sorrow in your eyes,
a sea of disappointment,
each tear that glistens narrates
a farewell in song.
It's the lack of love the clemency
that has made us so fragile,
like wilted flowers,
in a garden of warm abysses.
The days become shadows,
the nights are eternal,
the moon turns cold,
and my soul no longer rules.
The sadness of your face
is a beacon that guides me
through paths of nostalgia,
where hope grows cold.
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