Moon’s Control

This mystical moon came,

And it’s the moon to blame.

With every beam swallow me in.

Moving in with slow silent spin.

Tickled and tingled with those breeze.

Gentle rays were a naughty tease.

Like the tide it was unstoppable.

And resistance was not possible.

Our meeting was fate,

So was the distance and wait.

Which even the sea couldn’t change.

The moon’s control on my every wave.

 

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