This evening the Moon asked me, "Where's the person you used to compare me to?". My eyes wanted to cry, but I tried so hard to keep my tears from shedding. I told the Moon, "I never compared you to her, I just pointed out your similarities — both so beautiful and bright... and so far beyond my reach. It pains me to say that all I could ever do now is to admire her from a distance."
My life unfolds as my story is being told in forms of words creating a poem that speaks to the soul.
Saturday, September 16, 2023
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