Universe will bring her back

I know narcissist moon mirrors in her eyes
She reflects the dreams of electric violet skies
Black pearls lying on her braid bask in shaded noons
At her bosom collapse and melts the iron edged wombs
The willow of the southern sea cuddles her tight to openly mourn
During Autumn, In her arms a horde of orange petals are born
Spring constructs its castle with the bricks of her prism
Deserts smile with her as she is for them a hailing drizzle
Still I have let her go
For all I know
From the single toned nature
She can not escape
She can not hide
The downpour of the universe will someday bring her back

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