My Diary ~ (Rosalind)

In the dwindling embrace of time, a mere three months remain,
A beacon of hope, where change awaits, and your return is destined, unscathed and elated.

But alas...

As the sun sets and days wane, my thoughts for you surge,
Restless whispers echo within, stirring my soul, an untamed surge!~

Oh, the struggle to resist a moment's silence,
For it has become an insurmountable feat, an arduous task, to not commune with you, even for an instant!

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"By the divine grace, shield him from every misfortune that may come his way"~