Why is the moon,
Smiles down on earth,
As I turn myself into dust.
Why is the moon,
Love the world,
Does she not realize what she lost?
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Agony of a Dying Sun
Poésiecompilation of proses and poetries that I contemplate during midnight
Why Is the Moon
Why is the moon,
Smiles down on earth,
As I turn myself into dust.
Why is the moon,
Love the world,
Does she not realize what she lost?
