My My, Miss Moon,
Don't leave too soon
The light, so bright
Frees the victim of night.
Reflector of the sun,
The victory is won.
For when the cycle begins anew
With the divine power
Enough to save the hour
Of those whose way is lost
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Poems: Thoughts
PoetryJust a few thoughts of an average person, thoughts of live and love, but also darker topics. Thoughts expressed as poetry.
