There was a brief moment of cloudiness. You didn’t see the sun nor the moon
Except for one night when the moon was shining bright for you.
You told the moon about the sun and how sometimes she was to luminous in the mornings
And somehow you were always hooked on the idea of kissing the full moon again.
Soon enough though, a familiar radiancy woke you up.
You lost the sun, but she returned, so tell me why does the moon keep coming back for you.
”So what is it then, do you miss the sun or the moon?”
”The thing is you already have the sun, so why do you still want the moon?”
y.s
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
There was a brief moment of cloudiness. You didn’t see the sun nor the moon
Except for one night when the moon was shining bright for you.
You told the moon about the sun and how sometimes she was to luminous in the mornings
And somehow you were always hooked on the idea of kissing the full moon again.
Soon enough though, a familiar radiancy woke you up.
You lost the sun, but she returned, so tell me why does the moon keep coming back for you.
”So what is it then, do you miss the sun or the moon?”
”The thing is you already have the sun, so why do you still want the moon?”
y.s
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