Poems from stesame
I am the moon
When the light fades
And the world turns a blind eye,
I become alive.
I show myself to only the darkness,
Ane become
The soul...
Let me drift away;
Away into the unperturbed
Blackness of the cold, calm bay.
Let me float away;
Away on the clouds
That carelessly swoon...
The days are coming to a close,
The end is finally near,
The memories are overflowing
With the loves I once held dear;
Goodbye crawls...