Where is the moon, I asked
why should we tell you, I heard,
to each other, they whispered
it that fleeting breath of time,
I realised,
the stars, the clouds, even the sky
each one was jealous of me,
consumed by envy,
cause I and the moon
used to talk, and share secrets,
in the velvet of darkness,
every single night.
©aariz
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