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Leaves wither away again, my Spring


The Moon's light shed on glistening sparks


Waiting, yet again, for the lemon-dews of newly lit stars 


 


Until that day, dawns and sunsets 


Slopes full of twisting roads 


always leading you away from those days of bloom


 


Running with the clouds


Storms of moons from far away


can torment the scents of roses. 


 


skies and skies make a person go mad


stars and sun's can be seen an eye away. 


And yet. 


 


Yet, as new and old, new and old begin


the dark snow of the moon can be lit white 


the memories of forever ago. 

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You are like the raging waves of the sea. 


Always wanting more. 


Wanting to reach the land, yet never succeeding. 


You are like the flame of a candle, 


entrapped by the wax and string. 


 


Wanting to break away to burn down the world. 


Yet it succumbs, and reluctantly obeys. 


Through those charcoal black eyes,


The spirit of your soul yearns to break free.


It screams out to tell the world of its injustice


but is only received with disgust or indifference. 


 


And in the night, when the moon is half bright 


you shed tears for the sorrows and anguish of the


past and gasps for the escaping light of the future.


 


As skies and skies pass-by 


and the stars up above die 


You will find yourself


at the brink of being extinguished


leaving the world


dark, cold, and lifeless


as it was at the beginning of time. 

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