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When Moonbeams Die
Listless moonbeams
melt away
they flounder and flutter
in dying gasps for air,
it would be quite the sight
to see,
if one would not be blinded
with the need to weep.
Oceans collected in each
single drop,
where sirens song heard
in every ill begotten splash,
leaving the stone to ripple
in each crack.
One would search for a meaning
only to laugh when they discover
there is none,
only these moonbeams
that no longer have their place
among the heavens.
1:40 PM - 9/10/2007 -
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