The sky is pitch dark...no stars and no moon...
Sometimes when it's cloudy I miss the moon more than the sun.
Even though I love the sun the moon is something special...lights up the darkness and brings you comfort, just as the tulips.
I'm walking down memory lane tonight. I found all sorts of letters and cards and notes and journals while clearing my clutter. Some of it I just read and put straight in the bin but some letters I cannot throw away...like the ones that make your heart smile...and like the one with the ending:
"...yet again I would like to emphasize that you are worth the moons weight in gold, when I look at it, it is made of gold."
Sometimes when it's cloudy I miss the moon more than the sun.
Even though I love the sun the moon is something special...lights up the darkness and brings you comfort, just as the tulips.
I'm walking down memory lane tonight. I found all sorts of letters and cards and notes and journals while clearing my clutter. Some of it I just read and put straight in the bin but some letters I cannot throw away...like the ones that make your heart smile...and like the one with the ending:
"...yet again I would like to emphasize that you are worth the moons weight in gold, when I look at it, it is made of gold."
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