LET

Let the wind do its bidding
Let it be free from it’s burden
Let its beauty be the sun
Let its glory be only for the sun
For when the sun becomes its crown,
Its destiny has been fulfilled

Let the moon sing for the lovers
Let its magnificence be as the museum, Louvre
Let it create a pendant of memories;
A never ending pile of stories.

Azubuike Hannah (The Beloved) & Symolean
© 2020

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