Second World - A Poem

Second World

When we used to be moon drops, the world was still beautiful.
When we used to be wolves, the world was still a dream.
When we used to be together, the world was still quiet.

The sun births darkness,
Languid seasons visited,
Eventually we separated.

Suddenly and occasionally,
What I remember is the night sky flavor.

Tour the detour of affection,
By the time the smell of blood becomes thin,
We are not there anymore.

What would we have seen in that second world?