The stars desist their twinkling blinks
The moon now hides its gloss,
The ripples on time's silver streams
Are nothing-
just a loss.
Yes, everything has come apart
The seeds of life now shorn,
All wafts of winds have fallen short-
To die before they're born.
I look to see where she has gone
But no visage there, I swear,
She's glided past my memory
And ended up: Nowhere.
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