The day is gone
The heat too
To sleep they go
And their sun
In the moon sleeps too-
Now is us alone
To belong here-
So his words were
But in his aftermath
The here we use to belong
Is taken its other form-
Stars once beautiful
Rain once sought
Nights once cherished
Breeze once wanted
Now comes to mock
To creep my woes
Now stirs my memory
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