It seems like everyone is having their sweet moment celebrating "Mooncake Festival".
And guess what?
I'm sick again!
Nothing much for today except the sick part and I just realized that mooncake isn't that nice anymore *Maybe it's the matter of brand*
Phases Of The Moon |
| As Sorrow often sits with Sadness, Challenged in what truths they hold. Inherently relying on a touch of madness- Lying in stories left untold. So sit I with the tranquil viewing- Of a starlit sky in June. With all the peace of a werewolf misconstruing- The phases of the moon. The stars seem to shine before me- Like lovers in line for a dance. But it's ultimately that lunacy- That spells for me romance. And I cast my gaze upon her face, Beaming ever-white and full. Smiling, knowing, long as she's glowing, Life never will be dull. I'll wake the morrow well appeased, And wink up at the sky. Knowing my love, in fullness, though be pleased, Won't be half as full as I. |
by Michael Anderson
