The moon never
left the sky;
-- night or day.
for his undying
love for the
sun never changed.
He burned for
her brightness,
leaving marks on his skin.
Now that is love;
A love we've always seen.
BINABASA MO ANG
Words Left Unsaid | Poetry
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