MOON’S BROKEN NYMPH

Like the moon’s lunatic art

Of veiling unveiling its charm

My heart was fading

Annihilating

With the gloom of sombre shadow

And melancholic waves

Of your absence.

 

Days passed, years passed

And I dissolved in agony Alas!

For I wasn’t the moon

But a mere impuissant spectator

Lacking the nimbus of rejuvenation.

 

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