i grabbed the moon by its milky horns
and demanded that it flew me into the sun
but the fiery king that rules the day
didn't want to come out and play
"kiss me," i screamed to its flaming hair
but it turned away its brilliant face
and the moon and i were left alone
in the forgotten dark
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Poetry❝People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.❞ --Pauline Phillips ~the third installment of the BURN series.~
