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Lost Dreams
A melancholy moon shone upon the earth. Shadows lingered upon rows of tombstones. I searched for solace in the vast cemetery But alas, I found none to heal my wounds. Days had passed with echoes of grief as I looked on. Somewhere lay my love long buried, as birds above Sang their melancholy melodies of death’s sorrow. I sought amongst the ghastly ghosts of yesterday, Remnants of the dark death that took so many lives. Cursed Covid has taken many innumerable lives. I sat on a tomb, beneath a cross, as tears flowed. Echoes of our laughter seem to be heard in mockery. The tall cypresses sent shadows across and I felt cold. A soft breeze flowed all around and dusk began to fall. Somewhere a beastly bell sounded its closing time. Stars twinkled indifferently as a half-moon turned red. Behind me, my love remained buried and lost. There was no hope of finding any sort of peace. I left the dead to mourn the dead and went home. After all, tomorrow is another day, hopefully better.
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