Frustration's shadow fades not as moon rises,
but open heart prepares for fair surprises,
dream scenes encounter reconciliation
between hopes, fears. Few can draw consolation
from coffee cups which all too soon turn cold,
whose golden hues turn tarnish stain. Behold.
The answer, lies discarding, finds what wise is
seems metamorphosis, winged nymph star rises
to shed protection's superficial station,
to touch not think superlative sensation,
Energy, rechannelled, warmth enfolds
but bubble outburst sentiments withholds.
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