Verses of love mutely weep,
‘neath the drenched pillow they seek solace,
With fond memories they fervently ooze,
Yearning ardently for the days bygone.
Wildly inked ‘neath the chromatic sky,
They’d danced moon-soaked for several nights…
Fragrance wafted from the shifting sands,
Alas! Vivid blooms adorned a fresh grave.
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