The sun needs its day of rest,
I sit outside, prisoner to light of the moon.
When watching the sight, I leave my shy cocoon.
It’s that moon light fever.
A sigh and a smile, the silent night calls.
I look at the sky; there forms a web of crystals,
I then gaze at the moon, so humble, so gentle.
I can’t help but embrace the moon light fever.
A tradition every night,
My eyes explore the sky,
But when morning comes, it’s time to say goodbye,
To the moon light fever.
ayam Rose Estelle
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