The moon has mountains.
The swan is at its highest in late summer
And the winged horse seeks autumn atmosphere.
Orion and his dogs straddle winter skies,
Facing the red-eyed bull.
The archer sends an arrow a Scorpio's heart,
While overhead the great bear hangs in May.
Venus is the morning star.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
