I was, probably a little innocent boy,
unknown to what love actually is,
then I saw her.
The purest form of light,
in the caliginous world of mine.
At least, that's what I thought.
I experienced
The purest form of bliss.
I talked with her ,
Laughed with her,
and even cried with her
"Isn't the moon lovely?" I said .
An Eccedentesiat turned into
a cheerful individual.
A boy came.
She talked with him,
She laughed with him,
and even cried with him.
"I can see spots on the moon"
"But it's still is lovely" I said with tears in my eyes.
I could see the spots on moon
as if there was a patch of darkness in the light.
-Sha 👟
- Author: Shoe (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 6th, 2022 22:33
- Category: Love
- Views: 16
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