Sweet Man of The Moon

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A murky morning
The sky is crying alongside a soul
Why breathing so painful, so cruel.
Should just stop dragging those breaths
And sink in endless obscurity
How to hold on to something that’s shriveling
Life hasn’t been fair.
Where Dreams dangles of a cliff
And happiness so dear.
Cold! All that’s there is cold.
Inside the cavity of bones,
Swirls a Storm of austerity.
Virulence embraces orchids
How can it bloom!
Soon, fields of hopefulness
Would burst into infernos
A bouquet of roses arrives
At that very moment
Signature: Sweet Man of The Moon
In black,
towering the pink clouds
Wrapped in white, how ironic.

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