If the sun is the crown of the earth,
Happily raising life,
From the comfort stillness of sleep,
Then I am a second born moon-
No heir to the throne.
I sneak by the day sky like jealousy,
To only move oceans as teardrops,
Aching for a dream.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
If the sun is the crown of the earth,
Happily raising life,
From the comfort stillness of sleep,
Then I am a second born moon-
No heir to the throne.
I sneak by the day sky like jealousy,
To only move oceans as teardrops,
Aching for a dream.
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