r.h. Sin

I compared her to the moon

because even in darkness

she remained beautiful

I compared her to a sunrise

because I’d awake before her

to witness the opening of her
eyes

I compared her to the moon

because even in darkness

she remained beautiful

I compared her to a sunrise

because I’d awake before her

to witness the op

something beautiful

in a scene filled with destruction

and pain

it always rains for those

longing for the sun

craving change in terms of love