• emmich 9w

    Tale of a Selenophile!
    To satiate the thirst of her soul
    She chose moon
    In the dark dingy nights
    Black rose
    That commensurate her inner self
    She holds to bid felicitation to her beloved
    Soothing widespread moonlight
    Provides her respite
    From every day's hue and cry
    Drench on her soul
    Fills the voids of her soul by its divinity!


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    Tale of a Selenophile