I sat quietly on the moon,
It was so silent, I felt like a butterfly resting in it's cocoon.
The stars twinkled, the planets revolved, this beautiful perhaps my life had never been,
So calm, restful and serene.
The sky was black, black as coal,
But I liked it that way, it depicted my life as a whole.
But the most beautiful thing wasn't the stars or the planets or the moon's white land,
It was you, sitting there with me hand in hand.
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YOU ARE READING
Limerence
Poetry''They were no more together. But she lived in him forever. '' #3 in poetry (29/08/2016)
