Like a night full of light,
scattered raindrops all over;
a skeptic moon under a dark cloud,
and a breeze of wind over my skin.
A fallen-apart rain of hope,
running short of you;
though whispering, alone, at night —
through the end, we reach the start.
From the far sky, I see a ray:
a moment of life,
a second of joy,
and the hope of the new;
artistically playing a game of hide-and-seek —
sometimes my dreams,
and the queen of the night: you, the moon.
A long way to go, still, to reach;
but beauty lies everywhere I go,
hidden beneath the clouds, or in your shine;
and I see you, laughing at me, and at my lonely night — with you, or without.
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