The face of you is like the far side of the moon
I use my gravity to pull you little closer
A silhouette half dark, half stinging light
You're gazing stars in my ephemeral embraces
Still I shall let it go and in the halo bloom
I have a tiny chance to see you somewhat clearer
A moment just before the light is drawn to black
And then there's no more tides, no more blackouts
Far side of the Moon
© Copyright: Кира Борг, 2011
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