The moonlight cuddles the green
Dangle in an exhale of a leave
A tear reflects what has been
What heaven has conceive
An ignominious sphere
Upon the face of the abyss
Where the strings adhere
A portrait carved in bliss
And the light lingers in stain
In the vision of the stars
Inviting to a world of pain
And a life full of scars…
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