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See the man under the stars,
He drinks all day, he drinks all night
He is trying to forget the love he has lost
His heart is in servitude slavery and bondage
To the greatest love, he has known
And he knows it will not come back again
Another sip of that bitter drink to sharpen his memories, another sip to forget himself
To be left alone in a world where hope is absent, and his pain present each day, lost in the wilderness of life, lost in emotional gales of memories, shipwrecked upon the sand dunes of some uncharted territories,
No rescue in sight, no one there to share his deepest thoughts his regrets and the joys his might
He lived his life recklessly, and he has many regrets, but never the woman he fell in love with, her name is printed on his heart carved in his soul and swims in his mind
The love garden is left unattended, there is no guard at the gates of love to protect and cherish, the flowers are blooming wild, and she is not there to take in the scent to walk among the roses so he can look at her one more time like she was in a dream and he was part of that reality
That seems so far away in between the rivers of tears, love letters and poems, and the laughter that is carried forth from the other side, and her beautiful eyes smiling, lighting up his heart as the lonely moon starts its ascend on that same lonely journey he compares himself to the emptiness as he looks around him, she is not there
He prays for the fool, he prays for the brave, he prays for the wise, he knows reality is all lies only pain is real, he takes another sip and salutes the passing ships in the night, he has no fight left in him, he has seen the light
His soul runs free with the wild horses, and his heart flies with the eagles
In the morning he knows he will waltz with her again through the morning mist, where he stops holding her face in his hands and kisses her lips, then looks into her eyes knowing this is his home
Nothing more to say everything is perfect everything is beautiful, everything lived and everything died, no need for tears he knows she had the best years of his life, she had the best of everything he had to give, the fields are yellow and empty now, the summer is over, days come to pass, the weeks months and years following
He takes another sip raises the bottle up towards the stars, as he sits there alone his shadow attached to him, under the stars under the moonlight
The empty spaces bring sweet songs to take him back to his love, to that place where he felt alive, to that place where they both danced the waltz of life, but that has passed he wants to stay there as long as he can, but he reality calls him back to what’s left of life, under this sky, he smiles and says it’s just life, this too shall pass
Kenan Hudaverdi 27/01/2025
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