night is clothed in stars;
the moon glow crowned its descent
she closed her eyes
void, blank abyss beseeched
inside herself, emptiness and loneliness
trampled upon sparkling jewels
of her benign self, while gentleness
in its heroic plea is gravely ill, but still
it clings to the girl within
he watched the smoke
dance before his dreamy wanderings
lost inside himself he seeks strength
and honor from the little boy
that he once was, craving to be again
strumming his guitar with melancholy
many stardust fell as tearful melody
day slept and light fades from view
. . . until these souls return anew . . .
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