The goddess of love
is lost tonight
her rays of hope
concealed
The angelic moon
has lost its fight
with a retreating glance
it stares
Naught to be done
but to wait and to wait
'Til comes that awful hour
Naught to be done
that can hope to abate
what comes
nearer,
nearer,
nearer
.
2 comments:
Wow full of emotions !
This is very lovely and a tad sad;~( It made me think about our death coming nearer. I'm not sure why. But I don't see death as a negative thing. It's only negative for the people left behind and I've been left behind many times.
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