Jeff Stella Biography

A burst of color on a field of gray,
My own sweet love to cherish everyday.
A girl whose beauty cannot end,
Not though the stars did twisting bend.
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Sad, the life of an empty day,
Cold, the night of a lonely way,
Blue, the color of a broken heart,
Sorrow is the path of another false start.
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Below a sylvan screen
Falling leaves careen
Where moonlight streams
Dance luminous beams
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Are you real or is this a dream?
No more to me does it seem
In the moonbeams in my dream
You talk to me as the moonbeams gleam
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Alone this night, I look on a star
Beauty blazing forth, seen from afar
Imploring elaboration, incessant incantation,
Genuine presentation, presenting illumination,
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