On a lonely highway, lost within myself...oh these street lights deny their interference...the rustic turned maple leaves, burnt out under the sun tells a tale...a tale of torture, lamenting of its situation pushes me to think....think about the woman I knew the night before...those cripples on the sheet, that undone bed and that side pillow with an encircle mark tells a different tale...lady, can you come back again ?
These lonely, bright lit stars compels me to be optimistic during the night...they tell me to think of that bright face, those curious eyes and the sunshine that's going to follow...but this dark, captivating night engulfs me to a distinguished dark thought.
Back to the road again, these dark thoughts fails to go away. Tortures, pain and grief haunts me...in search of beauty, on my way to find an audience, I have ignored the star. These maple leaves, so brightly lit during the day are marred by the sunshine...and the beauty is temporary. My search of appreciation has led me to lose my star. That shimmering beauty is lost forever.
Oh maple beauty, please vaporize!
Oh lady star, won't you come back again!
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