Their shakespearean tragedy

Had the world turned
otherwise;
Had the time not moved
clockwise;
I would have met you
In the place where
The sun never dies,
The moon always cries,
The stars faintly shine

In the place where
Winter kisses May’s
Dead leaves
While sighing together
During their midsummer
Night’s eves.

~A

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