Sunday, December 6, 2009

Apocalypse will settle on heaven's moon

Cruel this world have been
To turn out fate that cries within
Be sworn the truth of hearts be seen
Upon cold lips as winter begin

To steal away of my one soul
Be it in the hands of one's heart cold
The heaven's moon that stood out bold
For yearning or longing of one's part sole

And ends the day, dawn has not brag
To linger in time, for longer has drag
Weakened, in tears that flow and ebb
To enclose these withered words, love beg

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