The moon so frail and forlorn flopped into
An armchair…Weak and sick of trying
She stayed there looking through the window…
Pale she was…waning she was too…she just
Wanted to be quiet and alone at home…
Nothing to think about, nothing to do…
Mourning she was the losses, the games she
Didn’t know how to play, the words she
Couldn’t say…
Her heart dropping, her mind far away…
The moon just wanted to rest and allows
Darkness to envelope the universe…she just wanted
To vanish into thin air…
She just needed somebody to take care of her…
An armchair…Weak and sick of trying
She stayed there looking through the window…
Pale she was…waning she was too…she just
Wanted to be quiet and alone at home…
Nothing to think about, nothing to do…
Mourning she was the losses, the games she
Didn’t know how to play, the words she
Couldn’t say…
Her heart dropping, her mind far away…
The moon just wanted to rest and allows
Darkness to envelope the universe…she just wanted
To vanish into thin air…
She just needed somebody to take care of her…
Karla Bardanza
The moon should sleep half the day to be able to shine at night. And so it goes for us also. Selah ~ think on that.
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