And when words fail, written words capture it better:
Here goes....
Under an empty moonless sky in august
In the middle of a dream
Tempestuous serenity
Oxymoronic calm ate through the darkness
Nibbling at remnants of the Fifth Night
Coolly, the clock ticking away
‘Twas the second night for a red rose
But in the middle of a dream
A single line captured
What sonnets failed to express
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