He was the moon,
Painfully beautiful,
While she was the 5 years old,
Who wished to wrap her tiny fingers around him.
But he was out of her reach,
So everyday,
He lowered himself,
A little lower,
Watching her stare at him,
With her eyes wide open,
Inconsiderate of the night asking her to sleep.
Reaching out for him everyday,
She slowly learnt to pull back,
Her empty wrist.
But one day,
When she reached out again,
Something fell onto her palm,
The moon was in her hands,
Looking at the sky which now looked empty,
She no more needed to to look at the sky anymore,
Unfolding her wrist,
She saw the moon which looked much dull now,
She didn't want him with her now,
So she let him go just to let him shine.
YOU ARE READING
UKIYO
Fanficukiyo means floating world. This book is basically going to be some poems I wrote.
