Our dearest moon sings her song to me. Luna, her songs of night so beautiful. A melody unmatched, her voice is the wind. A sister she is, one that cares not of recognition, but of us. Luna. Dear Luna, you and I, are we not the same? Your imperfections are evidence of your love. Perfect love. To be our shield is to love. And what are we, sister of moon? We are made of love. Much of it or not, we are made of love.
Luna, protector of life. How is it? To sit in sky? To light our dark? To speak with star? To be the one we've looked up at? When you sing your song, do you feel peace? Do you feel uncertainty, when you whisper wind through our window, to where we lay our heads? We pray that peace is brought upon your nightly tune. We pray that peace is brought upon your place with stars. We pray that you continue to be our sister.
Dear moon of love, will you sing another song tonight? Remind us of your hope, peace, and joy? Will you tell me the tale of your favourites? Will you tell all of us? A tale of another who drank the elixir? A tale of another who was favoured among the 27? A tale of another who cries tears of silver? What is your story tonight? What will you sing? Whatever you may speak tonight, we will be thankful,
For we are siblings of love.
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Writing and poetry
PoetryWhen I have that urge to write but don't wanna work on my stories...I'll probably post poetry or a short story here !! :3
