To rise with the sun of dawn,
So little, so fragile, as if she were a fawn.
Witnessing something as bright as she
Wondering all through the night ” Oh, how I wish I wish I was the sea!”
For the ocean feels the Sun’s warm embrace,
Scattered all along the shores, how I wish I could have a taste!
But battered and bruised am I,
Closer than her, but I say with a sigh,
How anxious I get when the clock strikes noon
But alas, I must not forget, I am but the Moon.
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