Every time impassioned night feels
It will fondle the fervent day
With its ethereal mystery this time
At a stead and hour where
The day is secret to all,
Vicious Sunshine of reality
Intervenes and in a swoosh
The anticipated wishful union
Is again prorogued for
The next twilight…
Why?
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