once, at right, i saw a sickle moonpoised, developed, crescent shapecolour faintly forced, silvery specs of dustwhole structure felt far afieldonce, at right, i saw a sickle moona clever smile, or a sideways frown?stable inertness, appeal to the souleyes gasping for truth, no desires sought herein a suspended, pristine manner,you raise your glass of nineteens years,a featherless henwith eyes of pure ambiance, politelywavering aesthetic woes,i glide into your speech,fraught with passion and devotiona smile from the moonfrom steeple tops, i quaver, in your sound i find residencethe whole brings about new meaning and i look up from below,visitble are the mass of condensed droplets exploring your atmosphere.we connect and meet, as silvery specs of dust we recede,ebbed back to the seai want to farm the sea for youwhatever that means i promise it comes said with no small weightnonetheless, in the perched evening air,just above the fog, rises and sinkssilvery specs of dust.once, at right, i saw a sickle moonits heavenly glow, dim,eluded us from the chains belowand for all that matters in this worldthere exists two more on the other side.two lovers still the same a million years from hereand without fear or doubt what are they really but vice-less voices swaying musical shade
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