Fly me to polaris

oh gentle winds beneath moonlit skies,
do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
below the branches here about,
do not you sense my fear and doubt?
side glistening rivers and sparkling streams,
do not you hear my woeful screams?
upon the meadows touched with dew,
do not you see my hearts askew?
beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
do not you feel my jagged scars?
seek not my mournful heart kind breeze...
for you will not find it amongst the trees...
its scattered across moonlit skies,
accompanied by heartfelt sighs,
its drifting over the gentle rain,
a symbol of my silent pain...
its buried beneath the meadow fields,
conjoined with all the sorrow there...
its lost among the stars this night,
too far to ease my quiet night...
no gentle wind, seek not my heart,
for simply, its torn apart...



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