Loveliest month of May, don't go away.
I dreamt of you today.
The scent, the sky, the clouds and Sun, speak of my beloved one.
A journey that rocks and wakes me from my sleep.
This cosmic connection is deep, so I weep at beauty.
We endure a hurtful standstill, because of stubborn will.
I tip my glass and toast you friend,
to our beginning and our end.
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