The stars are ageless.
[Sunset Boulevard]
Because the sun refused to rise,
The darkened sky remained.
Queer stillness spread upon the place
Like hands, on breasts, ashamed.
The snickering stars wept but lies
Of immortality.
And those tears, to certain demise,
The youth drank in folly.
Pride, grinning on the grassy field,
Casually noticed not
The fading moon somewhere yield
A sad sigh to his lot.
And beneath the orchard’s cover,
The old laughed at the sight;
That youth will come like his lover
And fade into sunlight.
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Cheers! – To the continuance of boredom and poor poetry!
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