You and the Moon
I complained
To the moon,
All I have is you
To gaze at the sky,
Yet
Every time you leave me,
With out telling me why.
The moon responded,
"When I leave
I don't take my beauty,
As
That
beauty is worn by
A girl of this city.
Look at her eyes,
You will forget my brightness,
You will forget my beauty."
"You really thought
I could be around,
When I observe the most beautiful girl of this land?
No one can express her beauty,
When she appears with the cellphone in her hand."
"I am just one color,
Yet
She is pink one day,
While
The other day she is blue."
That is when I realized,
The moon was
Talking about you.
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