Love Poems and Others/A Pang of Reminiscence

​A PANG OF REMINISCENCE

High and smaller goes the moon, she is small and very far from me,Wistful and candid, watching me wistfully, and I seeTrembling blue in her pallor a tear that surely I have seen before,A tear which I had hoped that even hell held not again in store.
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