Melpomene's Tears

Lady In Blue

The sun sets, his tired demeanor hidden
by mighty mountains
His loneliness colors the sky,
colors born from darkness and light,
Across the deep, silent dark lake the north wind blows,
He caresses the lake like a lover,
then flows upon the cold lifeless marble floor,
The copper telescope sways gently,
not a sound is heard

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