Praising the beauty of the moon.
Moon
The clouds swarmed around the moon
Swirling to form an eye
A bit of smoke teared down its face
Before the clouds decided to hide
It.
Lonely
That was the look of it.
All alone with not a star in the sky
To bid it goodnight, or lend a bit of light
To aid it’s efforts. No wonder she went away.
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M.C. Johnson
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