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Penumbra (Free verse) by klosterfobik

At last you've come, (with something of a subtle grace) O' obscurity that smile on your face, now lacks love. From a distance I hear the sojourn of the wind, it speaks of our end - as if its known all along. This night the stoic moon shares it's lonely glow as if it also knows - this night our joining's severed. And all the stars dim to sorrow, mourning the murder of our love, one falls below from above - a symbol of our parting. And her lips touched mine, but for a moment of bliss, one sweet mortal kiss - then she passed like a clandestine comet.

Dovina 24-Aug-04/5:39 PM
Even the doorknob becomes grief when grief is there. "The stoic moon shares it's lonely glow as if it knows."




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