a very clear day
becomes dreary
and you begin to miss
the darkness of the night
when you and your beloved
were together
the clothes are wet
with sweat
the body is a fuming
ember damped by the
mellow light of the moon
peeping by the
open window
of the house abandoned
a long ago
by the tale of two dead
lovers
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