Conversing With the Moon
I'm youth.
You're air.
Delicacy of the lungs
You're free.
I'm despair
Impossible view of the sun.
I'm dark.
You're light
licking the lips of the sea
You're strong.
I'm bright
so why can't we ever be free?
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