Magic
The way it reflected in the sea
Tragic
Faraway from its lover it'll be

Forever in orbit
Chasing shadows
Never closer to it
Walking long meadows

Of a reality altered
Milky and White
Of a love faltered
Mixed with hate and Spite

She looks down
From the skies above
Sparkling, Shining
Without a frown

He stares at the sky
Hoping to touch her soon
She's already gone by
She is The Moon.

The Moon.

by trollonish

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