You can break down the morning
Into little pieces
Dissect it or chop it
But how would you find
The molecules that
Make up the beauty
Of a drop of dew
Spread into a million colors
With the first ray of sunlight
You can inspect the dusk
With your science and reason
With your atheism and religion
You'd still not capture
What makes the moon sing
In the memory of a lover
Who left long ago
How can you cure desire?
How can you capture hope?
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