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Talking To The Moon
Tonight in California, the sky is dark, the moonlight appeared bright and stars spark the night
The pond is beautifully glowing by the reflection of the moon
Crickets and insect buzzing; whistle of wind blowing brought nature sound so delight...attached to my ear
The breeze of the wind caress my skin brings chills to my body...I need blanket to cover me...
Honey not home, he’s still at work...lonesome...just talking to you
And only you are a friend of me and all the natures surrounds me...for now
Closing my eyes and breathe in fresh air...peacefully I felt even though my heart ache from all the drama life drove me into today
Tears form my eyes and I asked the nature why, why can’t I live in peace like the wind and the trees?
Like the bird dance the air and cricket sound the nights...why me? Living in such despair?
Maybe I’m crazy talking to the moon...the bugs and the bees...the crickets and flies...
The strong winds and light breeze...the pond and the fish...the grass and weeds...
Oh so lonely...my heart ache...I need someone near