White "Since your departure, this enchanting moonlit night has transformed into a desolate white night, its emptiness piercing my soul like a sharp pain. The coolness now feels like a frost that freezes all hope. It's as if the moon's essence has disintegrated, gradually consuming every joyful and beautiful sentiment. In your absence, a void has grown within me, expanding with each passing moment, until it has finally consumed me whole. It's like a star that's exhausted its fuel, collapsing into itself, and transforming into a white dwarf ( a state of suspended existence, "neither dead nor alive." ) ©Author kunal #GoodMorning love poetry in english poetry in english love poetry for her poetry lovers