"A drop of unticked time, was all it felt as she filled my cracked cup.
She who was such a stranger in my lost pleads, now transforming into my rock I build my home.
Luna reflected more than the moon itself, as my light to a lost hope.
The key writer, always moving and transforming throughout life, people felt like another unforeseen goodbye.
Only they never fought back to rebuild those fading memories.
Blessed by the unknown, faced with her phases, wishing I can keep her forever.
A string to my unkept heart; being my saving grace.
Words, feeling too silly to transcribe.
The being, that fills even my tears with fight.
A soul tie ribboned deeper than Arachne's final thread.
She who was Luna, my first real friend."
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Poesía"With curious eyes you shall find - a lost story left inside." --Book of poems
