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I Call Your Name

Poetry Poetry Love Longing ... ۱۴۰۵/۰۴/۱۰
A solitary figure standing beneath a rain-soaked night sky, looking toward distant stars. Faded roses lie at their feet while the wind carries scattered pages into the darkness.
My tears have traced the passing years...

I Call Your Name

My tears have traced
the passing years,
each drop, a song
the darkness hears.

You said the light
would heal the pain,
but shadows found me
once again.

I breathe your scent
where first we met,
it stirs the ground,
I can't forget.

Your touch remains
where sorrow sleeps,
I call your name—
and silence keeps.

When silence folds
your whispered name,
the night remembers
just the same.

No hand to hold,
no heart is near,
I call your name—
and none can hear.

My soul fades slowly
out of sight,
the rain still veils
the endless night.

The roses wilt,
their colors fade,
as life becomes
the death it made.

I call your name,
but no reply,
just hollow stars
across the sky.

The wind repeats
what hearts conceal—
a wound that time
will never heal.

When silence folds
your whispered name,
the night remembers
just the same.

No hand to hold,
no heart is near,
I call your name—
and none can hear.