A myth and a tale
Says the moon can be rude
Just like a male
Very similar to a prude
Yet it feeds on the sun
Reflects its very rays
Too elegant to shun
Loves sweet praise
The tide weeps
And the moon sighs
The wolf leaps
Once again, the moon cries
Surely won't be blamed
It lashes out with emotions
You may see the moon pained
For it controls the oceans
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Sweet Child
PoezieA collection of poems Random and strange I promise I'll deliver Don't bother to wait Dive in at this moment Get rid of that rust Replenish your lust And smile if you must Don't be mistaken Or too shaken This will be pure No one shall be taken Oh, I...
