Ten million orbs in the sky,
Dissonant in the Aurora of dawn,
Yet she keeps searching for the crescent,
On a moonless night.
Everyday she falls into deep reverie,
Just before he appears,
Glowing strong in the prussian sky.
He likes to be her unmet summit.
The veil in her windows , riotous enough,
Do not let the twilight caress her bosom,
She never gets to know,
He patiently waited, all night.
Without her own knowledge,
She starts loathing the celestial man,
Bit by bit, monotonously everyday.
As her eyes gets adjusted to the dim.
Having lost her vision to the gloom,
She admires him no more.
Luminescence has hoaxed her love,
She breathes her life away in pain.
Her lifeless frame covered in silk,
The white shroud shines bright,
Her carcass lays still under moonlight,
The Celestial God cries in vain.
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