In the night, she is mourning her love,
In loneliness—dark as the night;
She walks the desolated seashores
In stellar light of a décor divine;
The moon is witness to her sorrow,
Glimpsing through the fluffy clouds
Moving along with her passing shadow…
O! Mystery for the curious eyes—
This impenetrable midnight ink!
Wondering minds at your existence:
An intriguing abyss of confusion…
Imagination’s allured to speculation:
The ceaseless quest for meaning—
That they may define what’s ineffable.
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