Maudlin mOOn,
sitting all alone,
in a brooding
ailien sky
lost
in the thoughts of,
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s,
starless sky makes her feel let down,
not even a piece of white cotton cloud,
she can't even wipe the drops of tear
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Over hills, dales, woods and grasslands, incessantly throughout the night.
"A poem is never finished, it is abandoned" said Paul Valery
this one, from it's look is closest to his idea, I suppose.