• Hannah Flowers

the moon is a woman,

the way her light shines

upon us in our darkest times.

she is full of blemishes,

but her craters are a mark

reminding of what she’s survived.

her aura is stunning,

bright white surrounded by

colours unseen to the naked eye.

without her, the sun,

egotistical, left unchecked

would surely fall from the sky.

sie ist eine frau,

die mond und ihr sterne,

ohne sie, verschwindet die zeit.

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