They were afraid of night
Even they feel like
the moon pursuit them.
In other hand I spend
my whole life
pursuing the moon,
But it was far away in the sky.
I felt at nights the moon
Caressing my skin
Dug into my flesh
And touch my winter cold heart.
But even when them made
The impossible every day,
They won't feel the real miracle
Of make love to the moon once in a while.
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