The moon rises gently up over the hills
on a sea foam filled with laughing daffodils
one by one the flowers chimed,
after hours throughout the night
But you could never oblige
because the fire instilled in your platonic eyes
still burned
still cried to ride till midnight.
Go ahead and ride the moon till midnight
like wolves that sigh,
who knows if this time will be your last time.
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