“What’s inside you dear?” she asked softly,
“Why you didn’t adore our goddess of night? Our light to guide the path,”
She asked me about my heart
And I can only sigh
I don’t have the answer she wants
I didn’t looked at the moon because of its warmth
I try to understand if the moon borrowed its light
And if the sun lost his love
I know there’ll be no beam for the night
I don’t know who will help me to cross the street
I would not chose to guess
I will give only the words of thanks
Not more than I could offer
“I didn’t see the moon,” I said. “I see the sunlight coloured the moon,”
…to be continued
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