Moon Child Poem by Rivaldi Prasetyo

you are there before the storm

you are there before the eyes

like summer haze begins to flakes

like snowy breeze begins to brooks

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something heavy, somewhere cold

someplace rainy, somewhat fold..

my furled wings, my vulnerable heart

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where all the sundown are all breathtaking

when all the moon child's are all bliss-wishing

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like you were there after the storm

like you were there beyond the eyes