Harmony

harmony

i write poems to the moon

you sing to the stars

and it matters so much

especially when we're miles apart

i hold the starry night around my neck

you see it in real life

our harmony must make

such a wonderful sight

i hold my cousins close

you smile at every child you see

so let's watch our children grow

under our garden's tree

i think coffee is a waste

you say it's too bitter

let's drink our cocoa, my angel

and make life sweeter

i write poetry to piano keys

you dream to flute's gentle blows

the whole orchestra to ourselves

so let's meet in contrabass lows

angel, apart and close

are we an eternal dichotomy?

but maybe in another life we are

in perfect harmony

~astraeye

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