If there was a moonI could touchWould I feel the rockOr the shining affectionAs a touch downOn the desolate surface Would I seek the rocksOr the serene connectionOn the side which is darkPerpetually in the nightWould I flash the first lightAnd see my own reflectionA part of me stays thereBreathing, where there is no airFeelingContinue reading “The moon I could touch”
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