Two souls but one, splashed by the radiance of the full moon.
As your tender spirit warms my soul,
I wish for the moon to unveil the sheen and breathe in real.
Though I pause to live in the illusion,
For I want to be, where the birds cackle and buds bloom,
Droplets fall in the ocean to melt the wholesome moon.
Full existence and a complete being,
Relishing those moments and exhilarating feeling,
Until a tide, that high swings us to the lap of the real shore,
The luminous moon fades away, the waves begin to roar.
I shall wait for that glossy moon, while I die a hundred deaths,
Only to be born again, see the moon smile bright,
And trudge on the bedspread of sparkling stars,
To my novel fantasy aisle.
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