By the Moonlight

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The moon sheds pale tears to

mourn a dying rose

but before the evening breeze

sweeps it away into oblivion

the final tendrils of its ephemeral

existence curl upon a memory

and brings it to surface

I remember

My soul clenches in to a fist in my chest

I remember

For a moment to breathe is agony

Lost in the maze of memories

I string my tears into verse

and by its light find my way

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