She stands tall and bright, like a sliver of moon light. Her hair is long and fair. Her celestial dress adorned with pearls gleaming in the night. Her laugh bright and clear, full of warmth and happiness, reflecting the suns rays. Keeping the world visible through the night. She laughs no more. Stranded in the sky only accompanied by the harsh unforgiving suns through out the universe. How I miss that lunar girl. Every night I look up at the sky, hoping, dreaming, to see her again. How she filled my life with cheer, brought me out of the dark, dank, depressing hole I made myself, out into the light. How I miss that lunar girl.
Another short, hope you like it. It's loosely based on real life experiences.
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