Night falls, slowly, over the asphalt
and time, that invisible thread
ties us to the ground
We wait, motionless
while the world spins
and silence becomes a voice
echoing off the walls of emptiness

Patience, they say
is the art of waiting without despair
but how to hold the moment
that slips through our fingers?
How not to feel the weight of hours
when love fades
and loneliness settl...

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