Lads and lasses,
like the sun and moon.
Diverse in existence,
yet similar in intent.
One decides to escape with cover of rain
The other hides behind the glow of the stars.
Their rays, so weak
they they don't even make it to the ground.
Lads and lasses are no longer purpose bound.
#TheMouthpiece
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem