I can see her clearly,
She's shining down at me,
Like she admires the beauty
From far above the sea.
She's smiling down at people like me
Who stay up to see her in peace.
Still she's dreaming of her lover nightly,
He only has time for her quietly.
When they look at each other, still
They can't touch and are only together in quil.
Artists make their love visible,
Now she's gone but I'll see her tonight or so I hope dearly.
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Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
