When the pinky moon rises

When I count the stars, wishes come out in the dark inside Wind and ice carefully grind and polish the pink moon
And the little finger of the pink moon promises to carry the weight of words and love We who are fragile find great strength in ourselves
Read the bedside story over and over until we all fell asleep
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I’m counting the number of the stars as I’m counting the number of my hopes.
The pinky moon was carefully polished by the ice and wind.
A pinky promise with the pinky moon carried upon the weight of words and love. We found great strength within our vulnerable selves.
Reading the bedtime stories over and over again. Until we fall soundly asleep

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