Of love his wish has dried in vain,
From day to day like a refrain -
Life sung in less melodic verse,
With fearful voices and coerce.
Looks at her light dimmed by night’s cloud,
More than the sky right now allowed,
Glimpses of moon over the trees
In a spring romantic breeze.
Another wish has crossed the sky -
A hungry eagle for its pry
Dives into night for the unknown;
Over the dome comes up the dawn.
The wings wide spread, feeling the air,
Frisky feathers of light aware,
Crossing the sky in fast descent,
A ball of fire in slow ascent.
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