in the night staring at the orange moon,
as loneliness sets my tune,
as wind whispers my ear,
telling how i miss you my hubby.
for struggle and strive,
we're busy with our life,
as memories go slow-mo
i rewind it more.
if only i could fly,
i could take high,
but my feet stays at the ground,
only can walk around.
if this poem could make you smile,
if only i could walk miles,
across the night,
and you're at my sight.
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