On Losing A Golden Moon
Kindling candles in the night
gazing looks, made me bright
vanishing darkness is in sight
managing sensibilities are here, upright
sparkling stars emerged in straight
stagnating rays surprised in the moonlight
Now,the moon left me
rays broken me
stars wounded me
candles are burning me
No morning is here for me
Alas, mourning only personified into me...
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