The moon in me is Sweden moon
One season, she is born on a polar night;
when the sun hides,
refuse to rise, complement the light

She becomes the whole day of earth; dark, but shines
Even the reflection brighten her, but look at the sky!
Millions in galaxy, and there are another billions of milky

But one season, she will just let the sun talks.
take herself away from days;
grow alone, till the spring comes

The pallete of painters put on orange and blue;
but without the paint has to come out, the lands already knew:

It’s beautiful the day never gets dark and let people live to the fullest,
yet obvious they always miss a day when another stars show like a fest

Because she’s the moon,
the only earth would not tilt so wild

PS: this poetry is written in November 2020. It’s the third poetry I wrote in English together with five others free verses of contemporary poetry. As for today, I want to give myself more eulogized spaces where only words that she only need to talk. She grow less human lately and somehow poetry helps her to not be so called a robotic and cold person. She wants to become as a warm hearted and loving girl; and a woman who always fight for justice and equality, yet not throw up her femininity. May the poetry always soften and liberate her.