Who is dating the Moon?

The sun is an admirer. She rises from death at dawn to take notes at noon, then drown herself at night; all so the moon can have his usual spirit walks, dreams, sleep, and moan sight seeing. Maybe the stars are the ones. While the moon lights path at dark, stars lights moon; giving it a unique spark.

Tales are also in the picture, they come not from grandmas mouths unless the moon appears. Maybe it is me. I’m one to fondle with my thoughts when her beautiful figure lies in sight. Sometimes, an image appears inside of her; that might just be the competition. We are all thirsty, but who the moon is willing to give milk remains a mystery

Wildkhard [TA]