Moonlight. Moon is having bath in the cold lake trying to get some rest. Lake of pain. Lake of tears. Last drop falls into the water. Now,water is getting foggy. I can't see anything Het,Moon...where are you? Are my tears so dirty? So I can't see your smile. Oh,Gorgeous Moon,there you are. Hidden under the lake. Is it cold down there? Or U are not sad because of coldness? You are not smiling anymore. I can see your wrinkles. You are so scared. Hey,Gorgeous Moon...don't be so sad. Cuz ,you know...I am scared too... I'd like to hear your opinion.I don't know why have I chosen this poem. But,nevermind.
