The sorrows are drowning with every last gulp
Afternoon dies quickly and the night is born
The guilt lies in every selfish glass
then suddenly, her purse perishes.
The moon, so alone. Robbed of all his dignity.
No one passes his way apart from
an unaware, ungrateful cloud.
Gone.
Gone, vanishing from this cruel universe
The moon, still alone
wanted to fall from the sky
And then she returned home.
A star
Not living up to her name.