Moon.

*I see the moon and the moon sees me.
The moon sees someone I'd like to see.*

Let's lay, under the moon. Where the stars kiss our cheeks and fireflies dance among the grass.Children giggling, capturing the happy lights in jars.
Soft tickles of grass on our faces, the sweet smell of summer filling our noses.
Bright, sometimes orange, let him soar above us. Connecting the hundreds of miles and erasing them.
He created a bridge for us to cross, and we are together; united, despite separation.

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