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Jul 2019
In the dark, silver shines
Out of reach, can never be mine
When the clock strikes at nine
Awaits the edge of the Lunar love line

Stretching out my hand
At the edge of silver light
Grains of silver sand
Twinkle throughout the night

When the right time strikes
Love happens beneath the Lunar lights
A single touch feels so dreamlike
Separated by death, continually reunites

I could never touch you
And yet I always wait at nine
Hoping to see you
At the edge of the Lunar love line
Written by
MACHEW
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   Bogdan Dragos
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