Over

Then there is the moon..
Without an answer.
As the silvery light glistens the cheeks.
With drops of gorgeous streaks.
Glims silently..
Without an answer.
A tinge brushing through the wound..
While pain has been hushed.
Trampling in thorns..
Searching again for a beginning.
Without an answer.
A desire imperious.
A childish delirious.
What answer?
There is none.
Your chase is over..
Now stop the run.

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