Emerald
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now ca ever come to any good.
The saxophone wails, the drums beat fast,
Crowd roars in response to the blast;
Lights flicker and dance, as smokes fill the air,
In the concert hall, troubles disappear.
Amidst the sea of people, the yellow box shone bright.
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A beacon in the darkness, catching my sight.
Now I am but a admirer lost in her art,
As she stands before me, sparkling and apart.
His eyes were vast, yet his soul seemed shallow,
Chaotic calmness emanated from his shadow.
I wonder if emerald still holds a special place,
As he watches me in this yellow space.
He seemed to know it all, but in truth, he just knew one thing,
He was entranced by her, like a moth to a flame that would never swing
His heart racing, longing to be by her side,
Lost in the moment where do our fates collide.
