Breeze That Covered

We were alone,
Just me and her,
I and my beloved,
And the full moon,
Above us.

We were there,
On our bedroom,
Balcony, where the,
Gentle breeze tickled,
Both of us.

The breeze moved the,
Dark clouds that closed,
The moon from sight,
My heart grew dull,
As my moon was covered.

Not the moon of the sky,
But my beloved’s face,
The same breeze,
Covered, it with her,
Thick black hair.

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