In the midst of the night, while the whole Earth sleeps.
The heart of this girl still weeps in its wake.
The sound of the sobs, cutting through the silence of the night.
The sound of despair will stop only with the light.
For when the morning comes, a little smile will show,
Putting the mask of happiness to hide the face of sorrow.

diana rose tolentino

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