Subtle

And the fifth lunar of the year

Came in between stars of the leap,

Made a beast out for just a kiss

To let the growls of heart's beat

Waltz in free with the caressing breeze.

Not everything is fine, nor is nothing;

As hand of the hour sings,

The song of our do-re-mi

Swayed along the tip of daffodils

To catch the pearl falling into mist.

With the grip of death lingering around

Like it really came entwined with,

Each yell of drops from nil

Stealthily fading through the curse of wind

As it whispered its adieu silently.

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