She had dreams,
Like an autumn blast
Caged in a white frame,
Until the shredded hopes
In a pacifying twilight
And the dune of moonlight
Kept melting and falling
Splat
Onto her soul
To spill it out
Of its dear home.
And there was a postmortem,
Only to find a big void inside
With the shimmering shadows
Of a Moon blanched night.
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