Lunatics

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The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact.

William Shakespeare
Tonight the moon’s a-shining, 
So full with all its lights a-showing, 
Waiting for two lovers’ meeting; 
Just long ago to each other was pledging. 

A closer look you’ll be seein’ 
The moon has dents like eyes starin’ 
So far away what a lonesome feelin’ 
Oh, two lunatics, he’s just missin’… 

“Oh, where are you, oh where?” 
He keeps on asking, 
Forever I’ll keep on waiting 
Two hearts as one becoming, 
Til my next a-full moonlighting. 
  • Just juggling between being a frontliner at day time, a content writer at night time and a sole mom of four gifted kiddos; coffee and choco lover, too.

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