Why the moon follows you

© When I was a little girlone of my coveted pleasureswas visiting dad at work,and returning home with him at seven in the evening,when the moon was up.He held my hand tight and walked very briskly as I jogged by him to keep up;with my eyes on the moon and never on the road- carefree…

Moh-maya

Come, dear God of minelet me in through doors of goldAll else is a trap