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.
Saturday, 26 January 2019
Let go of me
She said, "Let go of me."
He said, "I keep letting you go but you come back as soon as I breathe again."
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