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originally posted by: ksiezyc
The stars are bright above in the Heavens and the moon is shining down a light borne not of itself. Creatures tiny rid the vacuum, producing immense sound.
But my heart, my soul are left bereft of everything. The darkness above, there are no stars and the moon is not present. The vacuum of sound, no spoken word or party of insect scream aloud.
Plagued I am by some past not too distant. Of some warm summer day spent with you, the one who was once my love. Of that winter day I confessed to you my love, now forsaken. Plagued in mind and heart, coughs ail me, some disease now so commonplace, yet odd.
The stars are bright above in the Heavens and the moon is shining down a light borne not of itself, but these things shine not for me. No these shine for you, the beauty I have lost.