It was a misty moon Clouding in it's hazy glow Capturing my attention to the
Hollow shore of it's disc Holding my eyes for the World to drain it's oxygen
And fly, tails below the Blurry bubbles of my Smoky breath, somewhere
I live, tangled to a borrowed Light, platonic stealer like The moon.
P. S: When I was coming one day from at night I saw the misty moon, the world came to me out of nowhere and I was like : (^o^) Let me know if you like it loves 😘