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written 9.4.2009, outdoors
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The moon and me
We share a reverie
Almost a sad song
Of old times gone.
Its waxing beams turn
Into a warning burn
In her full form
The stars are forlorn.
Alas, in all its glory
Shines a vague story
Of untold whispers
A mystery lingers.
In its fading glow,
Recollection run slow
Dawn is breaking out
Helios' chariots shout.
Ideals in words
Finding their worth
Harder to believe
Tired of reprieve.
Unsung heroes remains
Souls left un-slain
Rising up to disappeared
Leaving without smear.
Passions do not die
Simmering in my eyes
The moon fades
My immortal is made.
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