Moonlight
drifts when the night is quiet,
a
time when there is hope in darkness,
painting
the world with silver lines.
Sitting on the edge of a star,
looking
the luminous of moon from far.
Upbringing the price for fame,
hoping
to live the life once again.
Crimson love hard to breathe,
asking
us to feel the things.
Shining between the stars,
gives
eternity which makes us all.
The lady luck into the light,
kisses
our face with songs of life.
Fortunate to be the one among all,
trends
to write in words with pride and love. ~R.S
