Sometimes, I think of Sun and Moon as Lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another. But once in a while they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.
Friday, 29 September 2017
River of Tears
I didn't cry when you went away
Now my dreams are filled with tears.
They found out their way Underground water surfacing as rivers.
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