STARDUST
Every night, when the moon lit aloft,
Days passed, crying, alone in the loft.
Tears iced me out, my heart feels like frost.
Fell hard on the ground, out of your warmth so soft.
Trembling, through the days at my worst,
Waiting and longing, for a shower of Stardust,
Deep and darker the thoughts, with no space to thrust,
Everyday surviving my own life, as if I must.
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