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As I sing to the moon a dirge, I hope her tears will dry, For the clouds are dark and large, As the wind blows and the heavens cry, The wind and my disintegrating body marge, As my violine tune I lend I know this will be my end, This is my cry I cry with the moon 😔
-Bugu™
The violin plays And my heart it sways As my tears it puts away And I feel my heart pray That the melody to which I have fallen prey Never comes to end For if it did I would end Up torn, miserable and dead
-Lilian_poet
She was the daughter of the night Her violin was only what she held on tight
The moon was her ever active audience The emptiness of the night in presence
So every night she made A new rhyme, A new rhythm, A new melody, A new masterpiece
Sadly, the night caught emotions,so it got darker Luckily, the moon was happy with her,so it shone brighter
