The moon peeps through
my trembling window.
Your eyes peeped through
my soul.
Streetlamps were made
out of man's fear
of the darkness
that enveloped the world.
But I am not afraid.
Lady starlight, twinkle once more.
With you, I'm not afraid.
The moon peeps through
my trembling window.
Your eyes peeped through my soul.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
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