The ardent heart
with the throb of pain
dipped itself in the acrid flow of air,
Like the glistening silvery moon
buried itself beneath
to masquerade its misery !
Masquerade of moons
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The ardent heart
with the throb of pain
dipped itself in the acrid flow of air,
Like the glistening silvery moon
buried itself beneath
to masquerade its misery !