Moon
In the middle of the scorching hot sun
I met a breeze.
It was fair,
tall, and calm.
The breeze smiled,
I don't know for who,
maybe for me,
maybe for the universe.
His frame was cold,
yet for some reason,
he was warm.
His smile was the most endearing thing that had ever existed.
he looked so beautiful, like a pure white cloak, dancing along with the wind.
He left a very strong impression,
He looked like a stoic person.
But the more I see of him,
the more he seemed to be a genuine person.
Dark tiny dots,
I guess the word "beauty mark"
really wasn't just a mark people use to differentiate a person,
but a sign that a person is truly loved,
it's a perfection, a confession,
a mark of eternal love.
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