Tears From The Moon
Tonight I saw tears running down from the Moon.
You might think I am crazy,
Or that I daydream hazy in the middle of the night.
I swear, I caught a glimpse of those silver drops
Go down the scorched cheeks of that sleeping beauty.
I felt her pain grow big like a threatening black hole.
I saw her sadness spread all over the Milky Way.
For she can't be close to the one she longs for.
The Moon I mean.
She is the secret lover of the Sun.
Didn't you know?
Shush, don't pry.
Whispers Proxima Centauri to Aldebaran.
You'll make the Earth jealous.
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