Mourn like the light of the moon

Perhaps a heightened imagination I had of her

Colouring her with my deep poetic prose

Placing her among gods, when she, a mortal breed.

Flesh of flesh and Bones of bones

To the grave descend, like all, her beauty will fade

Like dusk and mourn like the light of the moon.



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