As the stars come out and the moons reflect the seas,
Ever so brightly the light glows.
Like fireflies that make the night look like the morning.
The night is the epitome of mourning.
Soaring, I am soaring.
Soaring in the atmosphere towards outer space when I think of you.
Your aura,
The perfume.
Swings me to the moon like a tree branch.
I am in a feline stance.
Ready to dance the majestic tiger dance.
But where are you?
Did you dance with someone else?
Where do you go,
When
my
dark
tiger
eyes
show?
Searching and yearning for you?
I cry for you.
I sing down the moon.
The stars fall down from the sky.
Alexander.
You
are
the
epitome
of
bliss.
But the dark is nothing,
But
the epitome of mourning.
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I Await Your Arrival
ПоэзияA young lady awaits the arrival of her long-lost lover. Her lover lives in a world where sadness burdens all of humanity, and she wants him to come live with her.
