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Beautiful
Mirage
By
the light of the moon
Peeking
through the barren trees
Your
face is illuminated
Against
the darkened sky
I
can’t bear to look at you
You
are far too beautiful for just my eyes
You
are timeless,
A
beauty that’s seemingly a mirage
A
figment of a fertile mind
In
search of something bigger than this life
But
I know you are real
Just
as surely as the winter is cold
The
scent of your perfume
Still
waits in the cold winter air
You
are gone for now
A
part of you still remains.
Dean
Jean-Pierre
(I
was walking home and the moon was beautiful, hypnotic and so these words came to
fill the rest of the night.)
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