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Time shall change thy face Moon

Time shall change thy face

Touched by the soft rose petals

Of a long dead flower

Thy lips open to speak to me

But no words come out

For I have grown bitter and old, and now loath thee

Love and grace shine upon thy self

But thou takes no pride in this heated light of mine

I am the face of the moon

Forever changing, scared deeply by the force of time

But thee art the flower of grace withering in the dawns...

Last light