JJ-stache

‘This Sunday,

There she smiles with my broken heart,

forgotten by hope and helplessness as spoken art.

She ought to be my blooming rose

and in wonder she believed in the heavenly meadows.

Hear the songs of the night ohm to the afar

as the silenced moonlight has been unspoken by far.

With rain we cover the tears in sight

there we hide in between the night.

Now I open my sealed tongue

Where I whittle with words along.

Now, as seen, the invadable harmony,

I shall flee over my healed pastorale.

In our eternal dream, lonely as the song of the night,

I believe in the moon song as it always has been in foresight.

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