Poetry Sunday!

Fate

Crescent moon

fell too soon.

Liquid beam,

moonlight's stream.

Only seen in midnight's dream.

Blissful love,

morning's dove.

All thought of,

from up above.

Rays sent down, without a sound.

Sanctioned here,

never clear.

Crippled tear,

always near.

All I crave, all I gave.

Lift me somehow,

raise my brow.

Forever now,

made to bow.

Heavens gate, my looming fate.

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