Smells like a moon
Dressed up
For the sun...but
He never shows up
He goes around
Playing with clouds
While the moon dances
With the stars
Waiting for him
Every night...
It is not mean to be
She guess...
Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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