They say, a long time ago,
When the world had just begun,
The moon fell for the blazing sun.
Every day she chased him into the light,
For when the night fell, he was hardly in sight.
The way he glided past the skies,
He gave her butterflies.
Hoping she has the courage someday, for now she faded away.
© Abirami
THE OBSESSIVE WRITER 