A flower for the moon

She is standing with the last shade of colors on her grasp

The moon is shining, shining goodbye

Tomorrow night she’ll be gone

Turned pale and wither

Faded into dust

Dragged by the wind

Gone…

The moon is shining

With all her love

It’s time to be alone again

Goodbye to life’s fragrance

No flower will she ever love again

Only the everlasting idea of a platonic yearning.

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