• hopelesssoul 24w

    Bright in the sky,
    The Sun was high.
    Breeze brought the dears,
    Moon smiled in tears.
    They both sat and wondered,
    Talked about where did they wandered.
    Now somehow they both meet,
    With all the longings cravings and nasty greet.
    Every second counted,
    Neither the sun nor the moon was bounded.
    But this time they both wanted home,
    A home where they woke up to each other in a loving dome.