Why did the moon betray her
Lead her astray
To cold places that make tears meet the lips
Why is her scarf damp
Enough to cool the face
When it should warm the heart
And keep it beating
Steadily
It's the tissue for the weeper
Who looks for the solution in the skies
Without giving a thought to the fickleness of the moon
That fails to shine sometimes
Is it shy like her?
Does it need equilibrium?
Does it shed tears of stars that sprinkle her eyes with false hope?
How will she face the night when the sky is dark
And moonless?
What will guide her when the moon betrays her?
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