I shunned the pale moonlight
For it was vain.
Dullness intrudes the night
With unknown stain.
Animosity's still
For tranquil minds.
Boredom: senses reveal
Of glorious heights.
Bountiful daffodils
Nowhere in sight.
Darkened colors painted
In deep black skies.
Scorchers, be mesmerized.
Flames, be withdrawn.
Cradle my soul to rest
Hampered by storm.
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