The stars whisper secrets to the moon, Señorita,
Soft sighs of longing fade too soon, Señorita.
No voice, yet the wind carves your name—Señorita,
Time unspools, then knots again—Señorita.
The ocean hums an ageless tune in longing,
Waves rise and fold in soft duress, Señorita.
The sky holds our names in silver-lit lines,
Etched by the night, a carved monsoon, Señorita.
Your laughter still lingers in shadowed halls,
A melody lost, yet never strewn, Señorita.
Beneath the weight of unsaid words we stand,
A bond unshaken, yet it turns, Señorita.
The moon is a hollow, hungering thing,
Drinking the dark, whispering pain—Señorita.
What is distance but a mirror bent?
What is longing but a chain—Señorita?
No fate nor fire can sever what we weave,
In loss and light, the spirit learns, Señorita.
'Pebble' walks where echoes speak your name,
And in that space, the world returns, Señorita.
'Pebble' writes in ink that fades,
Still, the silence speaks the same—Señorita.
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