The moon watches us...
the wind blows,
up against
our cold cheeks,
the moon watches us.
together,
here on this hill
we sit close to
eachother,
the moon watches us.
side by side we sit,
close to eachother, so
warmth is between us,
the moon still watches us.
thinking of eachother,
we think in our mind how
much we love eachother,
the moon is still thier
just like the first time i
pictured me and him together.
poem by Morgan Evans
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