Moon and Myth

Riding on seven white horses chariot
Moon roams through sky every night
Once when he was a kid
And misbehaved with his mom
She cursed him to shrink and grow
For whole life!
Now waxing and waning is Moon’s destiny
Which we watch at sky every night!
Though his mother is still confused
What kind of dress she should stitch
To fit his every size!!

In response to-…rimental-…rimental-project/

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