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R.G Harding Poem
A melancholic trance,
For the sick lovers' dance,
As they laugh at the pain and the madness array,
Alive through the fire and the ice deep inside them,
A waltz like no other, sombre tone spits like colour,
Giddy from the bliss, their anguish is amiss as they
Parade in the moonlight and wind,
The night comes to nigh,
As the lovers say goodbye,
'Til the red moon rises once more
Copyright © R.G Harding | Year Posted 2017
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