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There's a chilly air where it used to shine
There's a misty breeze through the purple vine.

In a fading summer tick-tock sounds
 move backwards marking every hour

Darkness falls down slowly upon each longer night
Stealing beewax gold of sunset's soft -glow light.

Against total eclipse, Foliage silhouettes make their return back 
Bringing to his arms  a Lunar death ...  Her death.

Along empty walks, earthy drops drizzle regret
Regret with every footstep and  heavy inward breath

Regret... Drops  Thunder...  Thunder and death
Death !  Dead !      Gone ..  Gone....    

Or does She live in his forevermore

Is that her reflection  mirroring  affection
Is it her hidden face that glistens in the lake

Is that the crescent moon that once showed him the way
A way to feel    to feel again what it is like to dance and sway

Sway to lilting music nobody else could hear
to flow adrift in  silent pause ,knowing She' s still there. 

Knowing she is with him hovering in dreams,
beaming  radiant shadows all over his cheeks

Believing  She'll get closer without owning his lips
Because their  bond was deeper than just a simple kiss.

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