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#9 SUN AND MOON

you were the sun, I was the moon,
perhaps that is why,
we can never be at the same place,

at the same time.

I dream of us,
for a moment it felt like heaven,
but you’re my dream guy,

you only belong in my dreams.

under the pastel pink skies,
having our colourful doughnuts,

I painted us a rainbow,
but damn there are jealous clouds.

PEACH, 2021