May 2020
evade the sun..
my lustrous moon,
exotic!
my feelings, crude
melancholic..
I breathe a tune,
of manic!
my sun..
oh, so tragic!
tell me, moon
is loving such cruel
to jeopardize
a soul, so pure?
my lustrous moon,
exotic!
my feelings, crude
melancholic..
I breathe a tune,
of manic!
my sun..
oh, so tragic!
tell me, moon
is loving such cruel
to jeopardize
a soul, so pure?
