Tonight I gaze at the sky,
Twinkling stars sparkle and fly,
But the blue moon as always,
Void like an empty canvas.
I paint pictures of yellow;
But I'm blue to the marrow.
My hands can't find the right stroke,
So my sketch ends up in smoke.
I'm deafened by your silence,
I miss your soothing fragrance.
Can you see this lonely moon?
I wish you will feel me soon.
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