The Moons Floor
Dancing on the Moon’s floor,
we don’t need any oxygen;
Your eyes become stars
swaying to the rhythm of Space;
Sing your song to me
sunrise from the other side;
Your words become comets
lighting up the night with trails;
I find it so hard to believe
that space runs silent;
When I see you everything is endless,
I breathe.
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