I wander on the streets
Stare at the night sky
Stare at the moon
And the horde of stars passing by
The empty street
The trees against the sky
See them standing still
Their boughs stretched at the sky
What do they yearn?
What do they seek?
Solace from this world?
Filled with decaying reek?
Solace, if it only could be found
Peace, can it ever be found?
Silent screaming
Hopes drowned
Smile, I smile at the moon
I find my solace
Yes,
Within my loneliness.
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