And sometimes she cried,

that no one could look at her straight on,

the world revolved around her,

but it was the moon, they all watched,

she would never see his world,

yet she burned for him so,

she died every  night,

with soft stars in her eyes.



Published by Tricia Sankey

Plays with words in her free time.

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