The rays of parting burst a’bloom,
and leaveth me aghast in gloom.
Hidden in the glare,
that burns a sterling touch
upon my vision fair,
is the rush-ed birthe of lunar sighs
where no sweet kiss that neareth dare
can warm the nightly air that cries.
Please tell me what you think
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This writting was loved and the story behind the poem was nice..
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this is a sad and confusing poem..shane im worried pleas talk to me in the IMs.
kat


