The moon is beautiful
He is always said to be
a companion of
Love, Longing and Yearning
Who deepens
the feeling of love
But
When dark clouds
of a dry August evening
pass swiftly across
his face
Which appears at the moment
Quite dull and faded
Doesn't remind me of
Love or Longing
But only of
Despair and desolation...!
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