In retrospect...




The sky outside is dark, silent but loud.
With no bird, bee nor star in sight,
The indigo clouds stealthily move about in the night.

In the abyss of my soul, the battered heart lingers on under a shroud.
Despite no cheer, love nor hope color my plight,
Yet, medleys of devious emotions inside threaten to spite.

Time lapses as the moon and the stars cure the dark.
With a deep ache within I envy the night,

As my little star died but with a fight.

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