Fly-by-night

Laugh all you can
This night is pan dead
The leaves rustle and rub
On graves they fall and club
A friction pervades in the breeze

No one hears no one
even though the moon screeches
in the so-called celebration of love.
Know that it's been faltered
on the verge of a fall

To save yourself
from this cycle
of waning and bloom
will you draw the curtains
Or will you caress the gloom?

Laugh all you can
till the moon symbolises you
for when the morning grows
you'd be defeated
in your own wars.

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