Friday, November 23, 2012

Tragic Bloom

The sky sheds a tear.
Its light beholds fear.
Losing someone dear,
Means she won't be near.

Slip inside a dream,
That forgotten gleam.
Falling at the seam.
Cherish this sad scream.

Dwell in the present.
I give you consent.
The moon seems crescent;
A lily's sweet scent.

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