A sun has set itself
In your heart,
Soon for darkness to be our world.
Whenever did you stop singing
Soon as the children were never there,
Soon as people’s gazes
Fell upon their own feet?
Desperation has taken us,
Dear beauty.
Love is nowhere, but in you.
Though, we are losing you,
Losing flame.
Reddened hair,
Is becoming black as the burned out hearth,
While flesh, that once beheld a gleam,
Becomes white as the ghost in one’s window.
I can lay a kiss upon your dying lips,
Though, will it matter?
You have already seen the moon
With its many shielding faces.
You will become light as the air
Drifting to another facade.
Bleeding our life into the earth,
We never gave ourselves much time
To count the specks of grain
Before all water turned to pain.
Modern Romanticism 
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