One day, the Moon said to me, “If your lover makes you cry, why don’t you leave your lover?”
I looked at the Moon and replied, “Would you every leave your sky?”
And if someone would ask me “What a beautiful life means?”
I would lean my head on your shoulder, hold you close and answer with a smile, “Like this.”
words are never enough to explain it.
posted by Faye Kusairi #
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