Queen and I
Head eastbound
There you are golden, round.
You play show and hide
-in times hair hang and fall
-in times face mask or shine.
I approach, throbs heart
You climb to sky
-add to height.
To catch you open arms
-open wide
-I dream
-you are mine.
You escape and go far
-skid, run side to side.
I speed
-try hard and try and try
Far you are.
Broken
-I cry and cry and cry
It is dark
-need your light
-I thrive head forward.
Damn clouds come forward
That is why I lose sight.
All in vain
You are moon
What am I?
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