A gush of wind
Brings in the sweet lilac scent,
Yet wickedly dull,
For each breath that I take
Longs for a familiar and forbidden smell
Funny how
The time stands still
In these ungodly hours,
Where the stars mock me
For my solitude,
And the moon stares at me
With a faint smile.
We're friends now
For, the ignition in my soul
The cravings of my heart
The myriad little secrets
The moon knows them all
And I wonder if miles apart
You're watching it,
Smiling as you do,
Spill them to you.

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