Fur-Fur, the moon

Heard a whisper in the wind,
Saying you were here.
Out of fluttering heart,
I took the meandering highway,
To get a glimpse of you.
But you were there waiting for me,
Taking each step as my own:
Shining the light,
Though from afar.
Until we came upon a bending,
Whence you had to leave.

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