When Dew Weeps

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Extended agony for
me was the shivering light. Why
will the darkness win today?

The moon was sleeveless.
It drops a hint. You cannot blame
the tree. I have to go a long way.

Who becomes blind in
green? A beautiful death always
brings the wreaths in absentia.

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