Aqueous Moon

Together We, are the ones who make time nervous
We, the ones who challenge the sun
We, ones who claim to know what love is
We, fusion of a common bond
We are long strides of trees in fertile soils
who listen to melodies sung late by a drunken moon,
We who shower in the sweat of the stars
and allow servants made of air blow us dry,
We, a combined common essence that shifts the present
and enemies of a thousand eyes walking through our veins,
We are, you and me, when we forget about ourselves.

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