The Moon


The fading face

Of the lowering moon

Leaves life’s trace

In deep lines of age

Lovers swoon

Below its glow


Like the shining shadow wails

Of the rising moon

Glazing on silver fish mails

In sea where a many boat sails

Amazed by the balloon

Of the moon in the lagoon


Foreboding of sleep

Under the waxing moon

Softly does it creep

After the day it did reap

This night ends to soon

Let mind fall into dreamers ball

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