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.
Tuesday, 10 October 2017
Come Back
Come, not to make me laugh
But to fight
Come, not to kiss me
But to slap me tight
Come, not with the light of day
But with the dark of night.
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