The Epistle of Moon to Comet | 02
COMET (the relics)
☦︎.
Floss hair and gentle bows
A friendship candles and confused blows
Never tied, but it was never loose with clothes.
It took years for us to stay at Cosmos.
An imaginary laughter and dim black banter
Silly conversation and featherweight adjuration
Like high tide and sunset, we motivate to scuttle.
Lyrics and chords, we tied in this echelon.
Somewhere we think the future's situation
Or someone who thinks the changes of the calendar moon
It's an old bone on display at the museum.
It's an old story that you can pass to generations.
I know, and you know, the results of this battle.
Apologies and fears, the weather's eye is blinking.
In the gorgeous comet, who is still travelling around the cosmos
I'm at home, pedalling the pedals of your tomorrow.
Nightfallabo
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