A million crystals flew from the heart

right into the eyes to spark from the start.

There they stood but never were seen,

silence covered what might have been.

The sky was too big, hope scattered away,

Can never bound something that wasn’t meant to stay.

Light of the stars was defenseless that night,

powers of the Moon were glaring too bright.

If there was a sound, I couldn’t hear more

than what has whispered already before.

The river’s breeze singing a song

without a word – no right, no wrong.

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