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Inside the Moonlit Greenhouse: Part II
Now all that remains is a silver framed photograph
A reminder of when there was a splitting of paths
Between one realm and the other, a bridge uncrossed
One day to be readjourned, but for now is just a loss
Tears are what waters the remaining greenhouse residents
As only one of two remains to stand and be present
Though flowers blossom and continue to grow
The color disappears in the heart that was bestowed
Snowflakes fall as autumn turns into winter
The seasons marching on as timelines are splintered
The moon keeps giving light, but inside it's disappeared
Death stabs the soul like a three pronged spear
Now the two only meet up in the plane of a dream
The tears they cry together make saltwater springs
And just like that they fade away, nothing to remain
Where life has to continue on, always to sustain
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Harmony Lane
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