The moon withers
And stars bleed a neon glow
The edge of time too sharp
it cuts the night asunder
One jaded sun trudges
towards the gates of dawn
Like a tired gladiator at the end of his youth
The first ray lands
on a blade of grass in dew
A parched rock glistens
with a subtle smile
And all the grass on earth notices
One subtle smile
One little moment
Hewn forever in time  


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