death displaces first star for shadows
dodging moonbeams
pale glow amplified by stilled mist
cold and moist on skin and lips
like betrayed kiss
love is true and vibrant
and red as hate
for friend is also foe
and heavy hand
forced over elusive light

light elusive over forced hand
heavy and
foe also is friend
for hate as red and vibrant
and true is love
kiss betrayed
like lips and skin on moist and cold mist
stilled by amplified glow
pale moonbeams dodging shadows
for star first displaces death

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession."
- Robert Frost

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