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I lay in silenceBreath heldstaring at a night skyTrying to grasp the depthOf what I’m looking atThe path before meClearly lit by the light from the moon...
Overwhelming black White fire rim beckons hope Pure nexus of light
Perhaps she was too good to be real Left to tempt But never to materialize. All good things are temporary, All but the stars. Even when the moon disappears Those twinkling orbs glow on,