Mare lunar

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Just as a beach of sand is forever stranded

Or a forest of leaves are lost into the woods,

The starry skies of night shine deep into my eyes

And yet I cannot see for darkness is in me.

Just as an open wound with a scar is branded

Or a smile is happy and a tear ever sad,

Just as this perfect role becomes but a disguise

Swept by a coarse wind of restless serenity.

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A series of relatively poetic images.

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