With the moon
With sorrows related to you
Springs appear once more
To bleed in their own fragrance
Separation hurt oddly both of us
Weaving stories from wasted hearts
To build a crown from one desire
Your word unfolds new life tales
Thinking in my lonesome fright
The world would support my plight
She is seen in elements in and around
Eloquent in fragrance reflected in echoes
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