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He painted the silence on midnight's skin,
With trembling fingers, with fire within.
A storm in his head, a flash in the dark,
A sunburst that lit up the fields full of scars.
The crows flew low through fevered skies,
His soul ablaze, no place to hide.
He heard the stars whisper his name,
But no one could feel his burning flame.
Who sees the truth inside the ache?
Who holds a soul the world can’t fake?
And in the burning night, he slips through the haze,
A flicker in starlight that won’t fade away.
He didn’t want fame or peace in the end,
Just a sky that could love the way he did, again.
He traded his reason for golden wheat,
Where the sun was a lover and the silence sweet.
They called him mad, they let him fall,
But he still believed in beauty’s call.
It wasn’t the void that tore him apart,
But a world too blind to know his heart.
A stroke, a breath, a flare on the page,
He gave the shadows a glowing stage.
And in the burning night, his voice still survives,
A roar made of stars, sharp and alive.
He didn’t need worship, gold, or applause,
an ear falling apart....
Just a world that could dream—and see what he saw.
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Title Burning Night
He painted the silence on midnight's skin,
With trembling fingers, with fire within.
A storm in his head, a flash in the dark,
A sunburst that lit up the fields full of scars.
The crows flew low through fevered skies,
His soul ablaze, no place to hide.
He heard the stars whisper his name,
But no one could feel his burning flame.
Who sees the truth inside the ache?
Who holds a soul the world can’t fake?
And in the burning night, he slips through the haze,
A flicker in starlight that won’t fade away.
He didn’t want fame or peace in the end,
Just a sky that could love the way he did, again.
He traded his reason for golden wheat,
Where the sun was a lover and the silence sweet.
They called him mad, they let him fall,
But he still believed in beauty’s call.
It wasn’t the void that tore him apart,
But a world too blind to know his heart.
A stroke, a breath, a flare on the page,
He gave the shadows a glowing stage.
And in the burning night, his voice still survives,
A roar made of stars, sharp and alive.
He didn’t need worship, gold, or applause,
an ear falling apart....
Just a world that could dream—and see what he saw.
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Identifier 2505131739211
Entry date May 13, 2025, 11:14 PM UTC
License All rights reserved
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Author - Composer 100.00 %. Holder Kiara Farei. Date May 13, 2025.
Author - Lyricist 100.00 %. Holder Kiara Farei. Date May 13, 2025.
Author - Song producer 100.00 %. Holder Kiara Farei. Date May 13, 2025.
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