The moon is beautiful isn't it
When it is too late they speak.
They say when now they're impossible to meet
She's already walking on her feet.
In her paradise
Where there's no need to disguise.
In her place
That she is beautiful in peoples eyes.
In her ending
Which no one do the judging.
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Lost in Paradise
PoetryWe all have wished to go to a good place But have everyone gone there?
