When the moon is high, we look to the skies and pray, well some pray. Some blame the moon for everything, and curse the moon “mi culpa la Luna, I blame you moon.” Many profess love to the moon at twilight when the day passes into night and night into day.
Her moody translucent soul is seductive, shy, and fickle. The moods change in the tides, and her soul is untouchable even at her brightest and largest moments. When our minds and hearts collide like atoms smashing at high tide, I just blame those emotions on the moon.
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