There was this boy…who sat down, in a breezy night under the sky…
Don’t know why,
Ashamed or afraid of looking up to anyone…eye-to-eye…
He just kept staring at his cellphone and took a fly,
Into his own world, alone, where no one talks and no one lies…
A butterfly on his nose, he wondered, “Oh my!”
And held his hand, the girl, before he could try…
Their eyes met, the puzzles solved, the blackout happened, the scene did die.
All he was, was under the stars, and the moon did sigh…
He looked eye-to-eye with the moon, and then he smiled…
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