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In flesh of night, melon skies bled,
oozing in the deepest of unknown,
fragile fingers stretched above tiptoes,
a plea, to the one in white and red

Powerful lens, the keeper’s eye,
emit light in darkest of corners,
in fog, her lantern hung by hope,
of promise, her tears he would dry

Fireflies lit a path where she wept,
knees weak, she stumbled on down,
stripped her dress to wrap him in,
heart to heart, out to sea they swept

………….tears gone dry