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[passionsofme]

Dewed Tears

Above is the quiet sky
slowly dancing with dimming stars.
The black moon is high,
hidden in the web of shadows.
Shadow graces the dewy land
leaving behind a dense veil of darkness
amidst the low creeping fog.
The willow hangs low
its tears descending its leaves.
The droplets drip to the ground
and slip along the green blades.
My tears are never alone.