A song never sung,
is a solemn sadness.
As a wound never wrapped,
leaks its content.
a minuet, danced as lovers,
around each other as a,
moon gracefully wanders -
around the earth. To
never kiss. To never meet.
yet the moon always
faces the earth,
and smiles.
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