the evening stars are shining brightly as the full moon displayed itself behind the trees,
you can see the reflection of its light glimpsing through the branches as your feet is busy walking on the grass while you finding the softest spot to get yourself relaxed...
"hello, moon. how are you?" you softly asked.
but then suddenly, it started to rain and you run as fast as you could just not to get yourself wet by the cold rain.
while you're sitting in your bed and as you stare outside the window, you said to yourself...
"i guess that was the first time the moon got asked on how was he or her in a few weeks...
it's okay moon, just let it out and just rain as much as you want.
goodnight."
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My Dream Wisteria: Prose and Poetry
Poetrywe learn and grow, we were born to die. so i'll take this moment to write, as the wisteria grow inside.
