“I told you that I loved sunsets but I hate endings.
But you told me that sunsets are not necessary endings
but is for the rise of the moon which is another beautiful start.”
As the moon rises,
another month kissed goodbye,
praying for new hope.
At the next sunrise,
a new month waved happily.
Look at the sky tonight,
with the moon shining so bright.
Numerous sparkling eyes on the moon,
hoping that wishes will come true soon.
That soft and heartwarming feel,
as if letting all troubles and pain heal.
A flow of comfort flows through me,
an inner beauty we cannot see.
There it hangs on the sky so beautifully,
with people’s hopes attach truthfully.
Strangers or friends,
With beginning or end.
Words are no longer necessary,
silence to appreciate was needed especially.
There we stand admiring,
unknowingly we are all smiling.