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A star
A star sings a song of love,
For its beloved moon,
Echoing through mountains,
A hauntingly mesmerizing tune,
I lay on the grass and gaze at the lovers,
Jealous of the their blooming romance,
But as the night passes and we near the hour of dawn,
Things began to fade away and like invisible ink it was all gone,
All I could see was the blinding gaze of the sun,
Longing for romance or perhaps a companion.
© Oindrilla
For its beloved moon,
Echoing through mountains,
A hauntingly mesmerizing tune,
I lay on the grass and gaze at the lovers,
Jealous of the their blooming romance,
But as the night passes and we near the hour of dawn,
Things began to fade away and like invisible ink it was all gone,
All I could see was the blinding gaze of the sun,
Longing for romance or perhaps a companion.
© Oindrilla
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