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The Love of the Moon

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As the crickets sing sweet lullabies

The frogs hum an aristocratic tone

Stars fancy a twinkle

The moon so bright, on it's throne


Street lights tend to flicker

As if they have sleepless tire

Moths dance where shadows won't

As if they'd catch on fire


The grass is kissed with a wetness

So sweetly lingered into dawn

Whispers of remembrance flow

Left, as suddenly as it's spawned


Flowers reaching for the skies

Welcoming the warmth of rays

The moon honing for his love

Beckoning the day



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