The moon looks so lovely

The moon looks so lovely, similar to a flower’s bloom

Loneliness weaves its melancholy decision.

It controls my emotions, a lonesome tune.

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Whisper echos in the silent dune.

I am left like a dry lawn with no precision.

The moon looks so lovely, similar to a flower’s bloom

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A dance alone, a waltz too soon.

A symphony of tears, a bad luck incision.

It controls my emotions, a lonesome tune.

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Embraced by the other side, a typhoon.

Yearning for connection, an empty vision.

The moon looks so lovely, similar to a flower’s bloom

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Footsteps louder, increasing too soon.

Presumptions running to head on collision.

It controls my emotions, a lonesome tune.

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Yet, touched by light, vision strewn.

A lone soul, beneath the orb’s supervision

The moon looks so lovely, similar to a flower’s bloom

It controls my emotions, a lonesome tune.