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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  • IcyCucky on Nov 21, 2007

    Happy writing, M.C.

  • Liane Schmidt on Nov 27, 2007

    Dear M.C.,

    This was a pleasure to find. It was wonderful, different and new. It was incredible. I love it.

    Best wishes.

    Sincerely,

    -Liane Schmidt.

  • M.C. on Nov 29, 2007

    Thanks guys! :) I love reading your comments!

    M.C. Johnson

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