The golden moon

She smiles when people look at her
the light is imprisoned in her heart
as a tear of amber,
for her love is an old matter.
Lost soul alone in a midnight dark silence.
She talks to herself on the mirror
As to see the reflection of soul in the cold water,
Tonight she touched the death under the moonlight.
The games rules destroyed every future plan,
She just yearned to be back to the Nature.
Tomorrow, the sun will rise up again
but the moon never will shine as gold.
Storms of pain wil never hurt her anymore,
The gold will lose the value as a fading rose,
She will bring the light to the stars without dieing.


Poem by *deathrimental



Model: based on an old pic from 1948

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