The Sunset Ebbs in Violet Haze,
Night Spreads its Wings in Subtle Glory,
As The Wounded Moments of Fractured Days
Mutely Attest to this Lonesome Story.
Silence Pervades the Snowy Morn,
Adorned in Ribbons of Promise and Guise,
Yet Lingering Remains, So Oft’ Forlorn,
A Distant Heart the Sought After Prize.
Stand, Oh Morning, Upon the Mountain,
Break this Hollow, Abject Reverie,
Let not Forgetfulness, Like a Fountain,
Pour Forth Upon Sweet Memory.
For if in Dimness This Love Remains,
All Bright Colours Shall Pool in Stains.
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