Are You Reading Me?
Monday, March 11, 2013
Dazzle
The stars ornately gild the sky
before the coming day
and sparkle like the tears we cry
that shine then fade away
so do not mourn me when I'm gone
for we're not meant to stay
like moonlight right before the dawn
we shine then fade away.
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