Once upon a time,
when lands and heavens were made,
two creations were meant to fall in love,
they are the waves and the moon.
You see,I've heard them tell the tales of the sun and the moon.
And never about the waves and the moon.
How hurt the the waves must have been?
For he loved the moon,deeply.
The moon pulls,he went closer.
They then leaned in for a kiss,
a goodnight affection,the moon says.
Nevertheless,the waves refuse to sleep on her.
So,he danced and danced to make her smile,
and sometimes he's clumsy,
he would crash on rocks and she would laugh.
When she's sad,he would be depressed.
Then the thunderstorms would accompany the pain.
He would stay up all night until she's alright.
If that's the way of love,I don't want to change anything about my other,
whether they never tell our tales saying he's not good enough.
If the ways of our love is pure and unwavering,
then I shall never have a second thought.
No matter what the unseen future has for us,
faith in our hearts is what I'd settle for.
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OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoésieIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
