Here is beauty,
here see, this love,
death's cold eyes
view both
like a bird of prey
from above.
A bird flying high
doing reconnaissance, on the sly.
Here cometh change,
a shadow moves above,
every minute, you feel
the touch of cold hands,
that has all the promises
of a cold night's embrace.
The wind kindly blows,
a strand of hair falls,
over your face,
the lovely moon is touched
by a wisp of black cloud,
that adds to her charm,
i am enrapturd,
but , at that very moment,
painting beauty and love
with a dark hue
a pang stifles my thought,
what will come next?
every moment is in a flux,
nothing is permanent
even if you wish,
everything in the world,
has a yearning to flow,
the moon would also have a day
when all would lament,
her unexpected absence:
"Here once was a beauty,
beyond compare,
we thought she was for ever,
her beauty ravished us,
she took all our love and vanished,
where has she gone?"
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