Death came slowly, lingering
in depths of endless sorrow.
Another morn had dawned
'neath skies of gray.

Deep purple imbedded
among the dark green.
A star is born and yet
the meaning lost.

The golden center
withered at such cost.
The wind would blow
the darkness in.

The world's spin
was slightly out of whack.
They slowly settled into
the deep ruts of their defeat.

Some basic longing unfulfilled.
The best of things they built
could not compete with just one
moment filled with ecstasy and bliss.

The love was gone.
Set aside by rushing tides
of monetary trouble.
The worth could not be
figured after all...

? Michaelette ?

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