Where does the Moon hide all day,
Leaving me alone to deal with things, my own way.
Just so that I could meet him again, I hustle all day.
And when the night approaches, he emerges from the clouds,
Be there with me for a Nocturnal, and leaves me alone again to find my own ray...
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PoetryPoetry is the purest form, which connects souls and hearts. And here I am to connect those. So Please give it a try and read it. I am sure you won't be disappointed.
