Too many lovers are connected through the moon,
That's why it can't be seen.
It is busy being used,
As a sun set changes the sky from blue to orange to green
The landscape matches the prettiest of dreams.
Parking garages act as mountain tops for me to scream from.
A rejoice more than a cry from an undone human.
A nice night with a humid condition.
A comforting heat as the clouds change direction.
The birds fly by on missions unknown
But grow in numbers as they fly towards the sun;
We all will eventually fly towards the sun.
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