Woman In Love
A woman in love
Is to be
Compared with a
Flower,
That which wither's
With the slightest ray
Of Sun,
And the saddest thing
Of all is
That as the evening bloom
A moon began to shine
And yet,
There is no reflection
Only a shadowed frame
Of Mind
GF
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