Autumn's moon fishes for
stars with silvery beams
but only a comets burning
blazes by, silence afire
above restless Willow's
parched penchant
thirsting the dew drops
strewn on grassy knoll's
oblivious: Like love, resting
on souls scenic while heart's
wounded hankering hungers on
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