stellar

nights like these make the rainfall seem tragic and
it's as if the angels are crying
because we've fallen further
from grace

there are no stars in
the sky tonight but still,
staring at the moon
makes me
smile

and even if my wishes won't come true,
at least, i'll still have the moon and its sorrow -
its light reflecting tomorrow

when dreams are
just mere allusions of what
reality really isn't

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a/n: my anathema for sanity. go figure.