The Cycle

Yon sky composed of crushed velvet, yellow moon is just fools gold.

The Cycle

Yon sky composed of crushed velvet,
  yellow moon is just fools gold.
Life must renew itself,
  being young while growing old.

Shimmering sky shines red ablaze,
  steaming each living thing;
Brave enough to try to breathe,
  ruined suffocation the end doth bring.

Colored tears set the atmosphere afire,
  alas no one's here to see.
Unashamed, trees shed their attire,
  life has passed beyond eternity.

Brilliant cold stars, frozen beauty,
  coaxing the cycle to interblend.
Pale silence, oh so deafening,
  Only God knows - is it the beginning?
    Or the end?


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