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Isolation Is Like The Moonless Sky

The moon is full, but it sheds no grace, A hollow lantern in the velvet space. Its light falls cold on the ocean's crest, Where waves surge on, in eternal unrest. Loneliness whispers through the trees, A soft, forlorn hymn carried by the breeze. Savannah's tall grass sways in despair, The stillness broken by no tender care. The rivers wind with a mournful song, Carving paths where none belong. Streams murmur low, their waters clear, Yet every ripple speaks of fear. Few trees stand, their arms outspread, Guardians over bushes, where green has fled. Leaves shine bright, but the heart they hide Knows no solace, no joy inside. Among the beasts that prowl the land, A wild rhythm binds the sand. But even the fierce cannot escape The ache of love's unfilled shape. The moon watches, cold, aloof, above, A barren witness to a world without love. Isolation reigns where shadows creep, And the soul sinks deep in its quiet weep.

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