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A Song for Sorrow
Moonlight beauty,
Silky curtain
Gently flowing
Through the Shadows.
Sighs of pain
Welcome the mist.
My bleeding friend
Forever gone…
A thousand leaves,
-of tender bliss-,
Those bleeding
Branches still
Do hold.
My silent friend…
I miss the sounds,
Those heady days…
A homeless cry
Now kindness ends.
Your freshening
Breath won’t
Fill my chest…
No sweet company…
Just void.
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