Moo oo oo

We met in the fields

those ones that contain

dreams and fears

promised to glow in the dark

whenever rivers of tears

began to drown hope

we placed in each other.

Perhaps foolishness prevented

full moons to shine in our eyes

perhaps our grip of hands

just wasn’t tight enough

to milk, make that cow scream

as we ran into different dreams

below moons and stars

knowing the distance is far.


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