Blue Moon

 

Clear skies on a cold night,
Two lovers, far apart in distance,
But not in hearts.

In those nights,
She told him to look outside,
Stare at the moon with her.

But he refused,
Because to him, the moon and the stars,
Were nothing, compared to the beauty of her eyes.

Now he is standing outside, alone,  looking up,
And the only thing bluer than that moon,
Is his heart.
For he missed the chance to look at that moon with her.

 

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