My, I, bathe in the depths of the Lunar soil, regolith, I only, speak to the light of the night, I only son of the Moon, curious creation created, I beautiful in soul, I sinfully radiate Prideful, I only, removed, a Moon rock sent to inferior globe to shine, I, greater than great, polished and molded by the serenade I waited from Luna, I, untamed, free but lost, searching for the ladder back to my birthplace, me, for I canoe the hidden Moon tides, I, the only Moonseed planted, destined to glow in the cloud, sleeping in His crescent, I know the truth that lies behind life and death, I, son of the only will live, forever, "stay wild Moonchild".
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Love Beyond Trees
PoetryThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
