Under the safety of the moonlit sky,
With every star ablaze,
My thoughts wander miles high,
The universe keeping my gaze.
One must have first lost love, if ever again to find it.
Spoken words are like flowers - they will eventually wilt, but their legacy remains in the minds of those who view them.
If you were to have a book filled with every thought in your mind, every action you performed, and every word that you spoke, I would hope you would have nothing you feel to go back to and tear out.
Cycles of moon go steady and slow,
Whatever in life comes, you'll always know,
To look in the sky at the moon's gentle face,
And if it's not there, the absence will comfort you in its place.
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