November is over, yet memories remain.
The moon dims its light, greeting the night,
Longing for his forgotten lover,
Leaving the stars behind in the sky.

The wind turns frigid—
The sun bids its farewell,
Preparing to meet the moon,
Two bound yet distant souls.

November may be over, but not our love—
Never fading away..
Unmoved by time , untouched by fate
-sal

We’ve all met the person that lights up a room
the world stops spinning there is no gloom
I once met a girl
with sunshine on her head
Moonlight in her bones
And lighting in her heart
This girl was so different
So special one could say
That all of these elements
Would stay with her till her dying day
Now only one year I had with her
That was quite a shame
But even after a short while
I knew she felt the same
The sunshine hair
I would see again
But when it happens
I’ll say amen