| Maria, I can hum your tune about the moon, because I once swallowed it in a spoonful sip then smacked a smile of its glimmer. To love is to lose moments aching incomplete, resounding in the distant mist where you walk alone. The quest fades, the walk slows, but the heart yearns on always open to chance. |
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| The Same Moon |