The moon fell for the sun as a sailor longs for home,
Neither can be reached unless they meet death and destruction,
They chase each other for eternity hopping to one day catch up and reach the other but that would mean the end,
To be together would be destruction,
For one single moment would be the end of everything.
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PoetryA collection of poems ++++ Frozen wind and grey clouds, An endless night, an endless cold, A lake of Ice, void of life, An innocent soul, not ready to die. On the snow he lays, being eaten away, With frigid Skin and frozen vapour, So silly he was t...
