SWEET GIRL

Day 1,486, 13:44 • Published in Serbia Serbia • by The Milliner

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Sweet Girl, lying on a bed,
tired by the day, She's about to sleep...
A star quenches, going red...
Rain starts to weep...
No Moon there to bear witness...
The star cries out - a final feat,
seeking forgiveness...
Oh, years will pas 'till She percieves even a negligible sign of it,
if She percieves it...
Blackness tints the sky...
The universe'll echo with dying light:
"Good night, Sweet Girl, sleep tight",
'fore it's ready to die...
And it will fade for Her to have a perfect dream,
and settle in Her eye...
Sweet Girl, good night...