I took the picture during the famous Blood Moon.
The moon, she must be a girl moon.
Her simple routine is to give light during my darkness,
Her way of encouraging like me being hopeless,
To give beauty to the frightening night,
It pave the way to young ones to oneness under her light,
To tell the untold story under moon's light,
To hear the story is like writing with no light,
Wandering soul in the dark
May moon shade its light in the dark
May it limbo in the dark,
But a little light is a hopeful tiny spark,
Under the moon, locked the loving arms,
The boy and the girl staring at the jealous moon,
Chasing falling stars, wishes whispered in the mind,
But the jealous moon fade its spark and turn its back,
Life is uncertain,
Dreams may not breathing,
But like the moon is living,
Why worry of failing?
Loving is gambling the feeling,
Hoping for the heart, winning,
Back under the moon,
Lovers walk and talk in unison,
The lovers moon.
Just my humble poem.. i don't have the skills but I'm trying. I'm just happy expressing my wandering thoughts when i'm doing nothing at school.
