Fields and meadows moon child crossed in the night.
But even in the dark she had mothers light.
She guided her child and told her which path to take.
Until she said the decision was now hers to make.
And before moon child could protest she dissapeard
And being truly alone is what moon child feared.
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Moon child 🌙
PoetryI am Moon child and I will not be alone I won't just sit here always on my own.
