Healing Beneath the Moonlight

In such irony,

Do one feel pleasure.

With such misery,

Under such measure.

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For the air you breathe,

Is coupled with pain,

And you itch to sneeze,

And you feel too faint.

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It becomes hard to sate,

Under such cold a place.

Much less appreciate,

The moon’s graceful face.

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Yet one feels such serenity,

On a night filled with such beauty.

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