She may have wept his parted days, and sleepless nights a restless gaze
Into starlight there above
In countless mourning
Of their love
For dreams lay withered
A flowers fool
Drained of water, each tear ran dry
But there lay fortunate
With peaceful cry
A galaxy known, to her bright eye.
Beauty of the night.
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Are the star’s still shinning?
You look forsaid with sorrow
Are you sad with gloom
– the sun still shine’s, come
morrow,
Have you saved in memory
The beauty of the night.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 
I feel something special after reading the poem. I can relate myself to it. Thank you for your kind sharing.
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Sincerely
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