Crescent moon and peach cloud

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This rush bubbling in me,
My smile couldn't be more of a glee.
The moon came early in the evening.
His beauty,i step back to define.
He smiled at me and i mimicked.
The flatter of my muscles and his crescent.
We were one.
Then i had to come back,
To my daily.
The ferries wheel,the highest height,
I'll keep it in me forever.
Then i came back;
I came back,
to the ground,where i belong
Where i belong

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