La Lune

Oh how that mysterious moon

rises so soon

filling the night

with peaceful light

 

Her crescent is extremely sharp

like strings on harps

brings you to tears

erasing fears

 

Always she waxes and she wanes

across the plains

amongst the stars

but never far

 

 


New format for me; a minute poem… thought I’d give it a try 😉

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