Sun & Moon
By Syahrina Mazaya
I feel the breeze on my face as the swing swinging through the wind
I can see the snow stay in the ground
Colored orange as the sun goes down
It’s freaking cold in here, but I’m still
“Does it set yet?” asked him with his sleepy voice.
“Almost,” reply me.
Slowly I see the sun continues its journey
To rise and shine in the other side of the world
Now I’m in a complete dark I’m sure the sky wondered
But I’m still
Until I hear it on my phone that I have been holding since
“Good night sweetheart,”
“Good morning,” I reply.
